Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-28

ed" the unhappy girl faltered. "lt
was not necessary"
"And yet that blanched cheek tells
a deeper, truer tale, dear sister, than
you would willingly own"
And long he gazed, with all Of
brothers iondness, on her changeful
features. Gut he saw not the ungra-
cious glance that flashed from the
proud and restless eye of his worship
ed wifi. None but Mr.. ST. Lucas did.
And oh, how plainly, in that one single
moment, did he read all hearts before
him, and see the future misery OF
many. Thus far had the bride Of Luis
been all smiles and gentleness, but the
mask might not be worn much longer.
Luis thought he adorcd her, and fond
ly believed her as pure as beautiful
Ills acquaintance with her had been
but brief They mct--his fancy was
iascinated--he bowed among the train
Of her admirers. And many there weIe
that sought the hand Of that proud aud
accomplished heiress. And was he the
accepted one ? Ere yet his dizzied
brain was clear, or his judgment had
examined her attractions, he had offer
ed himself and been accepted. And his
vanity and love were gratied in win.
ming the proud prize for which so
many were struggling. Love his
heart was all untouched. Strange that
he, so intelligent, SO discerning, 50
precise, so gifted and lofty. did not
know il. The charm was all complete
that bound him, and he was happy
The wildcring veil Of art had been a.
bly, and artiStlcally woven. aud all its
measured meshes were Of lightning
Ight.
Once came up his mothers warming
Never" my son, marry any one until
her character is iully studied" Once
came up his fathers monitlon--"Wed
not beauty that seems too fascinating
it's but too often like the whited Sc
pulchrc." Once came up his sisters
~erds-"Do not, my dear brother,
bring back with you hauty, heartless
southern heircss, for know | should
never love her" And once---once
came up the sweet, fair, youthful, in
nocent face Of Lillias, all smiles, and
tears, and bushes. lie bowed to kiss
it, but it was gone. And the vision had
stirred up the prisoned depths Of his
heart, without awaking one single pulse
Of passion slumbering there; and then
all was forgotten. Ills whole soul
seemed merged in the coming union.
lie was happy. lie read (he thought)
the very soul of his aflianced, and
found it all like his own. Their senti-
Tents, their tastes, were alike. She
loved and admired the same poets and
the same pictures that he did. She
confessed herself tired Of hattery and
admiration, and longcd for domestic
qniet and felicity. She was good, kind,
affectonate, and loving. Need he
fear--fear to place his happiness in
her hands No; he rather shrank
from taking charge Of hers, SO dear.
But deception was over all. Could
it be possible that he, Of such high
gifts and rare attainments, could id
deceived 2 And yet the thought db
once come up-why did she plan ex-
cursions to so many places, if home
happiness was her highest ambition 7
But the first smile, linked to the music
words that fingered on her lip, dispell-
ed this thought for ever. The spell was
sweet, and strange, and strong. Tho
hand that wrought could only break it,
Sing to me, Julie; sing one of
your sweetest songs, such as used to
thrill my heart with the widest delight.
1t is long--long since you have sung
to me, love. Will you not tonight,
now :" and the young husbands voice
was one rich strain Of stirring tender
ness.
Sing! Oh, do not ask me-" the
beautiful wife replied, half frctfully.-
Il cannot sing-AI have not energye-
nough."
A shadow passed over the high brow
of Luis, and he again urged Zone
song, dearest just one song"
The beauty turned away her proud
lip from his gaze, and answ cred, impa-
lIently Impossible. My head aches.
| have been annoyed almost to death
already and 20 not make me any more