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and peifume, when led by an irresistibI,
] Impulse be rode out into the eouafry. 10
tending TO pass BY the country he sidepcs
OF Mays father. where together. they
bad once spent 50 many happy days. A.
he approached the house his heart beai
with quicker puisations, for heTecognized
familiar objects son every hand. The
dwelling appeared 10 be closed, as II the
family had not yet removed toii for the
summer and alighling from bis saddle,
he tied his horse to paling of the fence.
opened the gate and catered. Before
him was the broad carriage walk where
be had often caught the FIRST sight OF Ma
ny as she came TO welcome him on his
visits; there was IRE lawn wnefe ruev
had sauntered arm in arm and bard BY
wasIhe clump of chestnut trees under
whose magnificent bougbs they wefs
wont 10 seek shelter in he's6lIy noon.
lday., He walked on his heart melted BY
the tecollections these scenes called up,
and lisdessly turned into the garden.
+ Hereford had arrived from abroad but
the day befores consequently he possessed
no Information respecting Mary. He had
not ventured To ask whether she was mar
ried or not. He did not know, therefore,
that on account Of her health she had pre-
coded The rest Of the family into the coun-
try and was now residing here alone, with
the exception of the servants But sud-
denly he. Gang upon little srbor Of
tFellice- work. which had been a favorite
resort Of Mary and himself in other days
Il wascompletely sheltered in thick vines,
which be was about 10 put aside in order
10 enter, when be was arrested by the
voice Of some one apparently occupying
! il, He. drew back aud the voice began
The prelude 10 song Every tone was
Full Of pathos-like. yet unlike, those of
Mary. His heart beat violently, and he
leaned against a tree for support. And
now9his doubts no longer perplexed him,
for he fully recognized the voice ofMary !.
AZ ina tone of melting sadness she sang
these lines of Moore -. 4.
| casa beam on the face OF the waters may glow,
While the tide runs in colnessa and darkness below
So the face may be tinged with warm sunny smile
lho'th cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
CUG IAtai remembrance, one sorrow winch throws
LIS bleak shade alike DER joys and our woes;-
To which life nothing nor can bring
Forwhieh joy hath no balm shd afiilction sting"
The voice Of the singer trembled as she
proceeded, and became choked with ears
as she finished the last line. Hereford
put aside the vines and gazed steallhily7
on her. OH how pale was that sad
sweet face: AID could 1t be- be asked
him. She drew forth miniature from
her bosom, at this instant, and gazed earn
estly upon il, From. where be stood The
face was plainly visible. and his brain
grew dizzy with happiness as he saw Il
was his own. In that moment all bis
proud resolutions faded away. everything
was forgotten out that pale. wan face, and
the consciousness Of Mary's love, long
treasured ia despite of absence and ne
elect.
He spfapg forward. and fell at her feet
evil you forgive meg" be said
"Can you overlook my hasiy anger and
continued neglect? But, oh! believe me.
Mary. ithas COSTUME unremiuing agony"
Startled, confused, yet still sensible Of
her sudden happiness, Mary could only
extend Her hand to her lover and murmur
bis name, before she fell fainting into his
arms.
You may we'll suppose, fair-reader, they
never qusrreled again and though they
have been married for years, neither Ma.
ry nor Hereford has yet exchanged a
harsh word. They made an agreement
before they were united that both should
not be angry at The same time, and ;he
contract has been religiousIy kept 10 spite
Of PRIDE AND PIeUE.