The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-05-29


his children, he has greatly wronged
himself.,'
We need hardly say that the first
sunny morning found Teniers again
lettering among the gardens oGthc Castle.
AT the base OF fountain, he was surpris-
ed by the old Counsellor de Fresno, who
with great earnestness and kindness, be-
sought hum to enter, and consider him
self as once more at home. "Why
should you deprive yourself" said be,
''ot all the inspiration which your gsniuS
requires, and which you have right to
demand Come, be at least my guest.
d, With these words, he led Teniers into
his former home, and ushered him into
that which had once been the favourite
room of Anne. No change had been
made in its furniture or decorations; the
same silver chandelier hung from the
glded and fires Odd ceiling, the same
Sllken curtains tremble,l in the morning
brt e:e, and, and the same lute-Anne's
Interested in a .corner. But at the
extremity of the room he beheld an at
traction, which, more powerfully than
the decorations or the lutte, drew back
his soul to the Past, or, rather, blended
the Past and Present in one. Whether
a golden ray Of hope from the Future
CLEANED forth at the sight, we know not.
At an easel, painting, sat Anne's
counterpart the maiden whom he had
so recently met by moonlight in the
garden. Yet the resemblance was not
that accurate and identical similarity
which would induce a careful observer
to mistake one for the other. Isabella
was younger, lighter and less grave than
Anne in her bearing. But in her fea-
lures, in the blonde hair falling in long
waves" and in her tender and matt
glances, she was all-identical with the
one passed away.
No look could have been more modest,
no greeting more seemly, than that with
which she greeted Teniers; but the en-
preston of the one and the tone of the
other both conveyed that singular and
indefnable feeling with which we first
meet one who has long been familiar to
our deepest thought. And in the chime
of the voice-that mys'er Gus tone, or
tim5re, which perhaps indicates to the
careful observer, more accurately than
any other personal popularity, the true
character of an individual -Teniers
recognised likeness, intinating more
than physical resemblance.
"My daughter would also fain be en-
rolled among the artist-guild," said the
old Counsellor, smiling. "In faith, she
lacks not talent, though fear she needs
a master sadly. Therefore, pray you,
Min lleer Teniers, TO give her the add
vantage of your artists advice, that the
poor child may boast with me of having
had the best teachers in all things.'
"And that can we'll say, fathcr,' re-
piled Isabella, 'for it is to your counsel
and instruction that | owe all which
possess, worth knowing"
".NIet tie reel, MET te reel,-not so
much, either" answered the good Coun-
sellor, laughing. "Sure, | never taught
thee tlatterv. Well, leave YOU to your
scholar, Hecr Teniers. | must depart.
Tot wedersiens,-l shall meet you anon.
Waving his broad Spanish beaver, the
stately Counsellor lifted the embroidered
hansings from door, and disappeared,
leaving the artist alone with one who
had long cherished for him in her soul
a deep love, heightened by all the in
spiration Of indeinable mystery and
reverence.
| And the days passed by like dream
at the Castle of The Three Towers. But
who can analyze the secrets of the hui.
man heart! Tcniers, fascinated, be.
wildered by the charms of Isabella, we
are told, still feared to ablndon his heart
fully to Love. Whether it was that
with the noble shame characteristic oil
such nat ire, he would not offer his
poverty against her wealth, or that he
hesltated to take advantage of love
which was only too read y to respond to
his own, we know not. But the fasc-
nation was terrible; 1t weighed upon hi.
soul The eameriStc, or walting-maid
of Isabella ever bore herself toward him
as il no change of mistresses had taken
place, and increased the illusion by in
ducing Isabella to array herself as Anne
had done,-in the same plumes, with
the SINE. couture, and in the same col.
ours. With the same unmoved air as OF
old, she announced to him that "AIy lady
awaits you SIR" and the same honours
were ever rendered him as if he were
still lord of the castle. Wis ing to break
the spell, and fearing to involve his feel
! lngs too deeply in love which might
possibly be opposed by the Counsellor,
he babe a sad farewell tore himself
abruptly from this scene of mysterious
fascination, and departed for France.
He had intended to travel in Italy,
but at Lyons he retraced his footsteps.
Lovc-burning, over-powering love-
love for the dear one passed away, vet