Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1850-02-15

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W. are going to have company to din
ner. r."-Luis remarked. with smile on his
handsome lip You have alI heard me
speak Of Mr. Melville the author of that
picture" and he pointed to the one he had
long since sent Lillias. Italy has never
produced a more glorious genius; and yet
was the heart broken ere its gems were
found. lie has just arrived; 1 met him
this morning on the beach. and invited him
TO make this his home He declined. ont
promised TO dine with US to day Would
yoI not Ike to see him Liilias ~
Lillias had listened IN deep thought.
and blushcd as she looked up TO answer
her husbands 5 question. To hide her emo
tlcn she turned her face away, and was
/ bUsily examining the painting alluded to
Luis related its history Lord Glare
monte listened attent;yeIy, and when he
had concluded. Observed
Melville. I think YOU said his name
Fas' Ere there was reply, the servant
UShered the gentleman IN. who was warm
F y welcomed by Luis, and pres ented to his
friends LillIas scarcely lifted her eyes,
Tor the strangers gaze rested adm.rIBcly
upon her But when the name of Clare
monte was mentioned. he started. and
changed color But there was no embar-
raSsmCnt IN his manner; all was ease
grace. and dignity; and something there
was Of proud scorn Luis had never seen
before But that was soon forgotten for
conversation commenced, and when Mr.
Melville was speaking, nothing else could
Be thought Of but the Turing light that
scintillated from his gifted soul. and the
wild unmeasured music Of his magic voice
lie was plainly yet richly dressed his
person handsome. and his face pale and
melancholy, and his eyes-not on the cold,
holiow-hcarted world had they seemingly
ever rested long but within, or above
And as Lord Clarence joined in the dis
course, the stranger would abruptly cease.
and gaze thoughtfuiy upon his face until
he met the noblemau's glance directed TO
him, A sigh you'd heave his heart, and
then he would bend his softencd eve on
Lii!ias she could not bear the scrutiny.
and turned away. and changed her scat
Mr. Melville had strangely sank into 81
ierca, when St Lucas. with a smile called
h.s attention to the picture he once recciv-
ed from him. He rose to examine 1t, AID
carclcsslv scanned it over
This" he said in a low, sd tone, :. Is
the picture Of my lifc-what once was :;
and that's all the merit the painting boasts
# And yet this cannot portray agony.
which / have endured endured till nav
heart was hardened and my mind almost
a maniac's But Heaven sent an angel
to soften the one, and soothe the other
Suddenly his finger rested on the lines
/ that were penc;Iled beneath the figure OF
that Young girl-Lis savior lie read
/ them over. AID his first words were as he
Z looked wildly around. Great Father. who
wrote this q Not word was answered !;
/ but all looked in9uiringly Al him, and then
pcrused the lines These" EecoutiHued
these wrote and left in that hermit
cell. and now how, how came they here2'
Luis could not tell-no one could.
But where was Lillias She had left
/ the apartment Luis followed her to her
chamber, and entered She was kneeling
with her face concealed In the dark cush-
/ ions of a sofa Luis bent his knee beside
her What is the matter. dearest 2 he
asked in alarm and he lifted her head TO
his shoulder Her cheek was wet with
tears, but holy smile was on her closed
lip The husband forgot his errand thith-
er, and gently requested an explanation
Of all this
Nothing. nothing" she whispered; Il
am still a child forgive me-leave me !;
vour friends wiil miss you'
Oh [ had forgotten, love he wished
to know who wrote those fine words Of Po-
etry on that painting
Were they not there" she replied, and
she shook the long tresses over her face,
when you sent it me p