The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1869-08-03 00:00:00

' I would do neything is the world for yea— tel.
thing,' she murmured, baking refuge, ea we all do at
such times, in vain repetition.
' They had reached the drawiniproom window and she
turned aside, toil abe meant to go in. tie took her
heed lightly in his own, mid led her back towards the
river. It was eery dark, and neither mould read the an.
premien of the other's Noe.
'1 have but one earnest desire in the world, said be,
speaking distinctly bet very low. 'lt is to see you
happily settled in life. I never had a sister or •
daughter, Nina. You have stood me le the stead of
both ; and—and I shall never have • wife.'
Bh. knew what be meant. The quiets sad, yet un-
complaining tone cut her to the heart. 'lt's a shame I
It'. a shame r she murmured. lMcao., Simon. Tell
me; don't you think me the worst, the mold ungrate-
fl most horrible girl in the world?
He spoke cheerfully now, and eves laughed, ' Very
ungrateful,' he repeated, praising her hand kindly;
and very detestable, unless you tell me the troth.
Nina. dear Ni.., confide in ma ea if I ems your—well
—your grandmother Will that do? I think there is
a somebody we law to-day who likes you very mach.
He's • good fellow, and to be trusted, I out swear.
Don't you think, dear, though you haven't known hint
long, that you like hint a little—mom than a little,
already? .

'Oh, Simon, what a bruit.! am, and what a fool I' an.
steered the girl, bursting into tsars. And the. the
painter knew that his ship bad gone down, and the
waters had closed over it for evermore. That evening
his aunts thought Simon in better stritite than usual.
Nina, though she went to bed Were Wise rest, bad never
found him kinder, more cheerful, morn considerate. He
spoke playfully, good•hemouredly, ma various sebisets,
and kissed the girl's forehead gravely, almeet reverently,
when the wished him good•night
It tras such • caress as • man lays on the dead fees
, that shall never look in his own again.
' The painter slept but little—perhaps not at ell.
And who shall tell how hard he wrestled with hi, great
sorrow during those long hours of darkness, "even to
the breaking of the day ?' No angel sat by his bed to
eornfort him, nor spirit.voiese wbbpered soiree in his
ear, nor spirit•ympathy poured balm into the cold,
aching empty heart; but I have my own opinion on
such matters, and I would fain Who're that struggle,
and sufferings like these are never wasted nor forgotten,
but are treasurei and worded by kindred beings of •
higher nature, as the training that am, au poor
humanity, then noblest, when most sorrowful, to enter
the everht.ting gates and join the radiant legion of
beaven.—Losidos Society.

ADVICE.

When the eastern vrind the evening aides are
glovring
With the dying streaks of daylight and pale Lunal silver
aheen -
to 'meet if you me walking by a maiden's iiide and talking
All the rift and spoony nothings" appertaining to the nuns.
She magur.lisper words unmeaning but there's little worth the
In a woman • me 01 platitude. that thrill boosath the moon:
And tin not a *um-it feeling on the damp gram to be kneeling,
And she dishello es in paision, and a cold s your only boon.
Then take my advice at starting, have no sentimental parting,
But accompany her politely to her own paternal doer;
She may speak og you unkindly, but youll not be ming
blindly.
And will thank me very kindly thre the eget evermore.

A HIDDEN GRIEF.

What means, 1.7,;17.1--irt;n:i, thia—Wubled lace!
Bey, ohy does sorrow's ghnm replace
The mint, the majesty, the grace,
That I est wont thereen to taste?
That thou enne Beetle( object chase,
That, as thou nearest, filet apace?
Or hest thou ifilllbed with tree, deuce, ace.
Or rtlt the pol upon a race?
Explain that sorrowful irrlromace !
Why knitted lin,tex Una interle.—
Why guest vaguely int., apace?
Frientbhip in eimpethy audace—
Mdo thee explain the hitter out.
That thus thy virile can abate !
"Iwo burst the button 4 my Lesser