The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1850-03-28

know all that comprehend" p,., i,
They Were at the door of the hackeny
coach when Byron entered ii without further
remark. .
Back again !" said the stranger, as. the
coachman closed the. door, "and drive fol
dear life, for we will scarce be in time,
fearW
The heavy tongue Of St. Paups struck
twelve and the rolling vehicle hurried on
through the lonely street, and though SO far
from the place whence they started, neither
of the two occupants had spoken. Byron
sat with folded arms and bare head in the
corner of the coach; and the stranger, with
his hat crowded over his eyes, seemed sup.
pressing some violent emotion; and it was
only when they stopped before a low door in
a street close upon the river, That the latter
found utterance.
"Is she aliveq" he hurridly asked of a
woman who came out al the sound of the
carriage wheels.
"She was, a moment since--but be quick"
Byron followed quickly on the heels of
his companion, and passing througha dimly
lighted entry to the back room they entered,
A lamp shaded by curtain of spotless pu-
rity threw faint light upon bed, upon
which lay a girl watched by physician and
a nurse. The physician had just removed a
small mirror from her lips, and holding it to
the light he whispered that she still breathed.
AS Byron passed, the dying gIrl moved the
fingers of the hand lying on the coverlet
and slowly opened her languid eyes-eyes
of iuexpressible depth and lustre. No one
had spoken.
Gle is hercw she murmured "Rai Sc
me, mother, while have time to speak to
him."
| Byron looked around the small chamber,
trying in vain to break the spell of awe
which the scene threw over him. Appari-
tion from another world could not have
checked more fearfully and completely the
more worldly and scornful undercurrent of
hisnature. He stood with his heart beating
almost audibly, his knees trembling beneath
him, awaiting what he prophetically felt to
be warning from the very gate of heaven.
Proped on pillows, and left by her atten-
dants, the dying girl turned her head toward s
the proud poet and noble standing by the bed
side, and slight blush over spread her fea-
tures' while smile of angelic beauty stole
through her lips.
In that smile the face rewakened to its for.
mer lovliness, and seldom had he who now
gazed brea hlessly upon her looked on such
incompatible beauty. The spacious forehead
and noble contour sti Il visible, OF the emaci.
a!ed lips, bespoke genious impressed on a
tablet all feminine in it's language; and in
the motion of her hands; and even in the
sligh. movment of her graceful neck, there
was something that still breathed of surpass-
ing elegance. 1t was the shadowy wreck of
no ordinary mortal passing away-hurnble
as were the surroundings, and strange es had
been his summons TO her bedside.
"And this is Byron!t she said, at last, in a
voice bewildering sweet even through it's
weakness. my lord! could not die with.
out seeing you-without relieving my soul
of mission with which it has been long
burthened. Come near-for have no time
left for ceremony: and I must say what /
have TO say-and die p
She hesitaled, and as Byron took the thin
hand she held TO him. she looked steadily
upon his noble counlenance.
Beautiful % she said; 'beautiful as the
dream of him which so long haunted me. -
the intellect and spirit of a spirit light Par
don me, that at moment so important 10
yourself, the remembrance Of a. Earthly feel
ing has been betrayed into expression"
She paused moment, and the bright col.
or that had shot through her cheek and brow
faded again, and her countenance resr.n
its heavenly serenity. II am near %
to DEATH" she rasumed-" neay : 'noug
point you almost to Heaven fro- snough
and it is on my heart likc,,,, "A where an
my Iife-like the bid,.ir 80 one errand &
you '.. to d"s prepare % f0 agmsnt oh my ,"", op'
with your your sl'.i .io'as power, with YOU, %y sor r,s
~ a,oosns s =, be not lost! Do moi, for the poe
p;. ps''' ies of a world like thi S, lose an etel
49, In which your great mind will ou,sti
ehe intelligence of angels. Measure ,hi
thought-scan the worth of angelic bliss wit
the intellect which has ran. .ed SO gloriou
through the universs--do no t, on this on
momentous subject of human interest-o
this alone be not short sightedit
"What shall dofn suddenly burst from
Byron's lips in tone of agony But witt
an effort, as struggling with a de. ep pang, HI
again drew up his form, and re sumed thu
marble calmness of his countenan ce.
The. dying girl, meantime, seem. I'd to hav,
lost herself in prayer. With her waste,
hands cllfasped on her bosom, and her ,eye'
t-*aed upwards, the slight motion of l,er lip
peuayed those around her that she wal
pleading at the throne mercy. The II hys
ician crept close to the bed sInv, ..u, With ri,
hands on his breast and his head boweo,- h.
seemed TO be watching for the moment
when the soul should take its flight. -,
She suddenly raised herself on the. pillow
her long brown tresses fell over her shoul-
ders, and brightness unnatural and almost
| fearful kindled in her ewes She saauad