, 1840-05-16

her, and you say you can love the man who,
covered with disgrace and infamy accedes
TO your proposals. Madame, | refuse YOU.
Then your love for me was but an emn,v
speech; it wilhdraws before a slight sacrifice,
a false principle of honor is worth more to
You than my happiness and your OWL. No
no! YOU have never loved met
Never loved you'll have loved YOU more
than man ever loved woman. Nv life
aIi-that man could lay down was at vour
feet; but my honor is sacred--it is not mine
to give. Nay Elise, give me your love; bat
seek not to cover me with infamy!--Love me
rs am, but not as n DEGRADED belps
-despised by al! the world. You will not!
,aad he turned toward the door. Fare
7 well,
Stay Henri. listen to mer the conflicting
feelings which agitated the breast of the
Countess, making her speak with much ve-
hemence. Stay, Henri?
One word, Elise and | am yours forever;
but, mark me, if | leave the chateau, it is
torever.--But one word. Henri, agree to
my proposals.
Never!--larewell!-and may heaven forev-
err bless you.
The Countess essayed to answer, but
Henri had leit the chateau, and the noise of
horses, urged to their fullest speer, rang tip
on her ears.
Years roilei On and the des,inies of France
often changed BY the mighty events of is
mighty yet restless MASTER, but the battle of
Waterloo the ~proudest page of English
hiStory-was the downfall of the revolution,
and S,A-nps u ,,a, ~ apo HIo,,, Ill A.
OF years and years of misrule and misguided
ambition. 1t was on the eve of the last of
the eventful days of the battle of Waterloo.
when the French armies were evidently dis
plrlted and defeated, that one of the most
distinguished generals was seen using the
utmost exertlons to rally the troops; fol 4 mo
ment he had succeeded, for he was one TO
whom the soldiers were devotedly attached;
1t was, however, but for a moment. that the
rally took place; for suddenly the general
was observed TO drop the bride of his horse
his head fell back, and he family murmured
"France-France-my poor lost country"
Ii was Henri Lenoir.
The night had scarce cast its shadows
around, when Il woman, apparently Of high
rank, was seen making her way amidst the
horrors of the field of death; She cast her
Siances around her on every side. as if in
tenily seeking some object, and for a con-
siderable time, her endeavors seemed in vain:
suddenly, however, she uttered Il piercing
cry, and threw herself at the feet of a diving
man. Ecnri'-Henri! she exclaimed, with
the most Intense anguish: You will not re-
pulse me now!-look Hermit is your own
Eiise-your forgotten. r~epulsed wife--look
Henri! see me 1T your feet. On! say that
you forgive mc.-that you will live for nv
sake-:hat the past shall be forgotten. and
we shall be happy with each other! The
dying man raised his eyes, and rs thew fell
upon the co%untenance of his wife, 4 beam of.
seemed to flash across them and
pressing with all his feeble strength her hand.
ELISE" he exclaimed, "Eiise-my own Elise
my wIic--l do forgive you with all my
heart; France is no more; and my last and
londes' hope is for my own EIisc-for-"
His head fell upon his shoulder, whilst a
convu!srve shudder passed across his
frame. 1t was the last. Henri Lenoir was
no more,
On the righ. of the cemetery of Pere lie
4 very short distance after entering
the gates. stands Il simple yet remarkably
chaSte and elegant monuments; it bears but
word elegantly carved tn make il rs
The last resting place of one, who nohlv
served his country; that word is ..IIenri,"
and the idle visitors TO this melancholy, vet
spot, may yet observe, nj fixed Pc
RODS. Il lady advancing to the tomb, renew
with her own hands. the flowers srottar-