The Middlebury galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1848-1850, 1848-11-14

membranes called up by this recital, ad-
dressed by the heart TO picture.
"Do you still remember it, Therese :!
Some years afterwards, the old marchIo>
ness of Kordonan, my excellent client,
did me the honor to interest herself in the
fortune and prospects Of my adopted child:
she deigned to receive into her mansion,
into the intimate familiarity of her house,
Mademoiselle Therese Quimper, my ward,
my god-daughter or my daughter, as you
please to name her-and on one fine day,
TO nv great surprise, 10 the great scandal
of all the nobility of Brittany, she resolv>
ed to give her in marriage to her own son,
her only son, the young marquis OF kor>
donan Well, to-day, it would almost
seem as if she reproached me for this hon
or, this good fortune She withdraws
herself from my glances, from my friend
ship; she flies me, she repulses me, she
fears my presence in this castle; IN fine,
she is proud, haughty-she, who was for
merly so simple and so charming 1t mat
ters not, love you still, Therese, and
drink to the health of your pride, madam
marchioness %
Blondel continued, wiping away his
tears
"Of all those whom have truly loved,
no one is hencelorth interested in my life !;
some are dead-as my wife and children !;
others have forgotten me-like you,
Therese. and like an migrate Of your ac>
ouaintance, the Chevalier de Marangy
But he will come back. perhaps, and on
his return from the East Indies, | will try
TO pardon his ingratitude Heaven grant,
madam marchioness, that the cheyalier
may pardon you your marriage, was a.
bout TO say your in6delity! Adieu A.
dieu l promise myself always. never
more to enter this castle-but in vain !;
my old limbs will not forget the road that
leads to this Inflated door; and then,
when leave this hall, my heart swells
almost to bursting. Oh, divine image of
Thcrese If you have heard me, if you
have understood me, beware how you tell
the marchoness that | have conided TO
you, with tears, my regrets, my remem-
ORANGES, my complaints y
After these words, Blondel would resume,
with trembling hand, his old book of the
customs of the province; he would then step
lightly upon chair, and kiss with JOY the por-
trait of his ungrateful goddaughtcr.
One evening, Blondel was sauntering, ac-
cording to his custom, in the alleys of the Park
of Korlonan on this occasion, strange to say,
he was not alone !: he walked, arm in arm, with
n handsome young man, who had just return
ed from the East Indies, and who had hasten
ed to see the two best things in this world, an
old friend and young mistress. The old
friend of this youth was Blondel; his young
and beautiful mistress--you are not acquaint-
ed with her.
I" Yes, yes, it is indeed :" cried the Chew
alier de Marangy, clasping the hands Of old
Blondel; here | am once more in our old
Brittany, and l shall never leave it again,
hope ! ] have just come from Versailles:
have embraced my uncle, the Commander d.
Argental, and | wish this very evening, no la
ter-to salute the marchioncss of Kordonan."
(which one 2"
Ha, pardicu the marchioness dowages of
Kordonan."
"She is dead ="
Dead and Mademoisellc Quimper, does
she still live in the castle Is she still in Brit
tany? How inpatient, how restless l am. If
you knew, my dear Blondel, the JOY and the
grief that | felt a moment since, upon the
threshold of this park where remember hav
ing run, played, and talked of love with The
reese"
"You loved each other
" We loved each other like"
"Like children. but time passes; years
come reason counsels us, and we forget all
these follies, all these childish fancies"
Forget them, Blondel. You cannot guess
then what brings me back to Korrlonan ~
1.-The wish to see friend of YOUR childhood,
who has, perhaps, somewhat forgotten YOU"
The wish to offer her brilliant fortune,
a name worthy of her, whole life of love and
devotion ~
Good heavens if it is so, Frederic-de-
part, depart at once, and may heaven conduct
YOU speedily to the East Indies again ~
What mean you? Again, ask, Blondel, |
does Therese still dwell in the castle ~
"No, Therese is no longer at Korlonan, |
there are none but strangers, ingratcs, in this |
house"
as Therese dead ?" cried the Chevaller de
Marangy.
swell, yes she is dead to you-she is mar
riedw
Married"
"To the young Marquis of Kordonan-
Come. come, Frederic, have frmness, resolu
ton. courage /, also, adored Therese, but she
has betrayed my friendship, as she has deceiv-
ed your love ; l took pleasure in calling her
my daughter, and the migrate has blushed at
my paternal tenderness-she has sacrificed US
both to ambition, folly and pride; let US, in our
turn, Frederic endeavor to despise, to hate
her, her whom we so much loved-contempt
stiles all the passions, all the love in this
world !"
leave me, Blondel, must see Therese ~
" You will not see her, M. Chevalier; the
Marchioness of Kordonan is invisible to the
unhappy beings who suffer as they think upon
,er You will knock at the door of the cas-
lie, and the door will be opened to you. per-
,aps; an old domestic and a pretty servant
yirl will bow at your approach you will have
he right to sit, to eat and to drink at your
Ease but ask for nothing more, Frederic, the
Is deaf-she will not hear YOU
!, who speak to you'll, the intimate an deyot-