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man, and we are very fortunate in having
such successor to our lamented MIR. Nor

anything else, and pale interesting, mis-
cradle looking person whom it would have
made me weep to listen to, thinking of the
sad tale that doubtless formed his hstory!"
"Right glad should be, if he had tale
to tell thee, thou foolish Dasee - said the
fond father. "But if thou art SO full of
folly, depend upon it that Mr.. Smith will
never think of thee"
"Mr. Smith think of me indeed !" indig-
nantly exclaimed the heiress 81 would
not have him, even if he grew pale and
thin, and elegant tomorrow !"
On my second visit to Swdn Pool, Dasee
herself reminded me of these words, and
also of the following incident, which took
place in the churchyard -
The burial ground was situated on hill
side facing the lake; ancient trees spread
their branches above the grassey mounds,
many of which were ornamented with
beautiful Towering plants, placed there by
the hand of affection, and carefully tended,
for the Welsh peasant attaches peculiar in
terest to these sweet memorials of the de-
parted. 1t was evening time, and all was
hushed around as Dasee Lewellyn and my
| IL
A woman, clad in mourning garb, entered
the churchyard, and, not seeing us, pre-
sently knelt down by the side of a newly
made grave, on which the flowers, but
lately planted, were struggling to regain
| electricity and strength. We saw her tie
them up, and pluck off the faded leaves
we heard her deep sobs, and her fervent
CALCULATIONS reached our ears. Dasee was
very pale, silent, and thoughtful, looking
on the mourner with deep interest and alb
! sorbing attention; and when at length the
! poor woman left the burial place, she arose
and sought the new made grave, with clasp
ed hands and an earnest manner softly ex-
claiming, "Oh | wish that too had
| grave to tend ~
Admonition, warning, or reproof was
alike useless. We silently left the spot,
nor exchanged word till within the warm
| cheerful rooms of the old house once more.
| We found the squire and Dame Winny
busily engaged with a disputation at crib
bage; and fancicd l guessed Dasee's feel
ings as she sprang into the arms Of these
dear ones, embracing them again and again
with unwonted demonstrations of affection
even for her, warm and affectionatc as she
was. Her heart perhaps smote her, but
the idle words could not be recalled.
Our sojourn in the pleasant Welsh valley
at length terminated and many years pas
sed away bringing changes to us all, while
still at intervals of time we continued to
receive tidings of our valued friends at
Swan Pool.
Dasee's letters were pquant and artless
productions, but afiording subjects for seri-
Gus contemplation, as making the gradual
change of circumstances, and the develop
ment of feelings which had hitherto lain
dormant.
With heartfelt sorrow, we heard from
Dame Winny of the worthy squires atllic-
tion-namely, that he had become palsi-
ed, sightless old man but then Dame Win
ny spoke of 'Niece Dasee's beautiful de-
meanor and dutiful love towards her faith
err and we shrewedly opined also that the
reverend gentleman of the 'ruddy counten-
ance and odious name was beginning to
find favor with the heiress. She herself
wrote to us of his many amiable qualities,
of his assiduouS attentions towards her poor
father, who, from his past habits and pur-
suits, most bitterly felt his present deplora-
BILE condition, SO that, when the final news
reached us of her princely patrionoymic
being lost forever in the commonplace one
:, of Smith, we were not much astonished.
After this event our correspondence be-
came irregular. Our wanderings, vicissi-
tudes, and sorrows, and her increasing fam
lily, accounted for this; while dear Dame
Winney had so much upon her hands, SC
many calls upon her time and attention
that writing, which had always been la
, borious task to her, now became an almost
impossible one.
''Destiny, however, conducted us once
more to Lewellyn's home; and at the pc
riod of our second visit to Swan Pool, wher
we gained the summit of the hill, and ga
zed down on the valley beneath, it NIGH
have seemed as if the summertime of ou
first visit had come again, only that thu
summer of the heart had departed, and ma
ny wintry blasts impressed reality too viv
idly for fancy to hold its sway. All wa
:, unchanged without there reposed the
e sparkling lake, over which Dasee used tt
: skim in her fairly shallop, the ancient trees
d the mountains, the old house, and tn
: church spire rising amidst the dark foliage
all were there as in the days of yore A
D we passed the battle-ground on the hil
e side, an impulse which l could not resis
It impelled me to alight and to enter the sac
t red precincts alone. How many ney
n graves there were how many brillian
o flowers clustering around them, as the las
IT rays of the setting sun illuminated the rain
e bow tints thus telling of glory for the de
d parted, and whispering hope to the survl
II vors, seeming to say. ] shallrise again to
morrow the flowers will bloom anothe
e and another summer; and the inmates {
r these quiet graves are not dead, but sleeI
2. ing"
ID was aroused from deep reverie int
ar which had fallen, by the soft sound
infancy's sweet engaging prattle and @
y, looking up, saw portly lady with tw
ID fair children standing beside two little grass
r mounds, and answering their questions