The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-11-04
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fortune he had already accumulated, SOLELY in
works Of charity and benefcence. While IN
fnis state OF mind he determined to proceed on
a continental tour. After spending some time
IN rance, where many an Hotel Deu was be-
neht'ed oy his bounty, he travelled into Swi,S
zerianc. AtChamouni he made a stay ofsome-
days, residing IN the cottage of an herbalist.
named "egner, In preference to using the hos
tells so we'll known to tourists.
One evening he had walked some a;s,sncA
a'ohg the road towards Mont Blanc, and. in A
Tranquil and contemplative mood, had paused
~ ioh masch the various effects of sunsets. He
eu oa. against a tree by the road side at the
To ol path which led from the highway
s.as' e'e residence. Again il was Anpusf
e1ac,i,, 'eua years since he had Quilted C.
even, of ~. years since the most singular
his bre.s, ,ha ma. nad occurred. He took from
preserved in black morocco cass ", IareiaWy
most oeaufiiul scenery in the worId r .,o
10 revery in which the pas, hlenSs5S ~,
future-his thoughts roaming from N. Isn hs .l,e
ly beauty of the death-bed scene 10 the 49,,
sancuty OF 81. Bernard or La Trappe--s,ranre
lor one who had not completed his twenty .se-
senth year, and who was in the heyday of
'alie ana fortune! Suddenly the sound Of an
p'odcnIng footsteps was heard. Conrad hasti-
~ eioseo the morocco case, replaced il in bis
breast, and was preparing TO continue bis walk
when an elegant female figure emerged from,
the oy-path; and the features. turned G,Iiv
towards him-O, Heavens !;who could m;,,sts,
the very same he had painted ,-the sar.s
winch had dwelt in his heart for years! The
shocR was too tremendous; without sigh or
exclamation, Conrad fell senseless TO the
ground. Ao
When he revived, he found himself lying on
sofa, in well furnished chamber with the
we'll remembered form and features of Mr.. HaT.
renourn bending over him. 1t seemed as if the
whole course of the last four years had been
long dream-that Mr.. Harrenburn. in fact vas
rousing hm TO perform the task for which he
had sought him out at c.. For a white
Conrad was dreadfully bewiIdered.
u can readily comprehend this alarm and
amszemenf," said his host, holding Conrad's
hand, and shaking it as if it were that of an old
fiend, newly and unexpectedly met. "But be
comforted you have not seen spirit, but a
living being, who, after undergoing a terrible
and perilous crisis four years ago, awoke from
her death-sleep to heal her fathers breaking
heart, and has since been his pride and joy as
OF yore-her health completely restored, and
her heart and mind as light ard as bright an
ever"
'lndeeG Indeed !" gasped Conrad.
eyes," continued Mr.. IIarrenbun, whose
countenance, Conrad observed, wore an an
pearance very different from that which afflie.
ton had impaired to il four years previously.
"Ihe form on the bed which your pencil imi,a.
ted so we'll, remained so completely unchanged
that my heart began to tremble with new
agony. summoned an eminent physician the
very day on which you completed the sad
portrait, and, detailing the particulars of her
case, besought him to study it, hoping
hardly dare to confess what. God bless him
he did study the case. He warned me 10 de-
lay interment; and. three day after, my daugh-
ter opened her eyes and spoke. She had been
entranced, catalepsed-no more though, had
it not been for this stubborn unbeIief of a IA
theirs heart, she had been entombed! But ie
harrows me to think of this Are you better
now, and quite treasured as to the object of
your alarm | have watched your career
with strong interest since that time my Young,
friend ,andlIet me congratulate you ON your sue
cess-a success which has by no means sur.
prised me, although never beheld more than
one of your performances"
Mr.. Hanenburn had passed the summer with
his daugh hter at Chamouni, in small but con
venient and beautifully situated chateau. He
intended to return to England 10 a few weeks,
and invited Conrad to spend the interim with
him-an invitation which the latter accepted
with much internal agitation. For three weeks
he lived in the same house, walked in the same
paths; with the youthful saint of his Teveries-
heard her voice; marked her thoughts, observed
her conduct, and found with rapture that his
ideal " as living indeed. ...
After a sequence, which the reader may easi-
" picture to himsef, Conrad Merlus and Julia
farrenburn were married. Among the priced
relics at Harrenburn House, in Wiltshire,
where he and bis wife are living, are the "pos-
thumous" portrait and the crayon sketch and
these, | suppose, will be preserved as heir
looms in the family archives.