Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-01-11


notions, to inform you that have ascertained
that Mr.. Clarendon has no fortune at all. His
family is good, believe, so far as honesty is
concerned. l am sorry, Almira, on your ac-
count, that he is not prince in disguise
'And why on my account! dear uncle
You don't think that care aught for him, the
itinerant vagabond.'
'Almira, do you talk thus of one whom you
surely have loved.'
| love him, uncle g
Do you know what Shakespeare says Of
woman's love, Amelia! and | almost believe
the bard was right
Let Shakespeare rest on his laurels, uncle
want none of his appliances this evening"
As you will but you have treated poor
Clarendon with great cruelty
He has his deserts; he aspired too high,
and has fallen in his upward flight
What says Emile = asked Mr. Brighton.
But Emile said nothing. She bent lower
over the book which she held; and Mr. Brigh-
ton perceived tear stain the open page.
Poor Emile, did she love young Clarendon
That pale cheek almost confirmed it. Foolish
child knowest thou not that it is a sin. He
loves thy sister. But we will not chde thee
Thy sister scorns him, and thou fanciest that
1t is sympathy-pity which thou feelest.
Mamma said Almira the next morning,
when Mr. Clarendon calls to-day, you must
inform him that uncle proposed last night for
me, and that his attentions will henceforth be
disagreeable.'
i feared your uncle would propose for En-
ilie, he seemed to fancy her from the first but
suppose he knew that Mr.. Sherbrooke would
prefer Almira' beauty to Emiie's wisdom ;
he has surprised me very much
That evening Mr.. Clarendon called and
was informed by Mrs. Greyson of Almira S
good fortune.
But, said Clarendon, l have something to
say in Miss Greysons disposal. She is al
ready pledged to me-
Miss Greyson, said the mother, could
never pledge herself to beggar. She bids
me say as much; and moreover adds, that as
you sought her love in the disguise of gen.
tleman, she forgives herself for all that she
said to you and henceforth all your vows are
null and void
must hear this from Miss Greyson's own
lips before can believe replied the skeptical
Clarendon.
A servant was despatched after Almira, but
she declined coming. A note, however, in
her hand, confirmed all that her mother had
said.
Clarendon covered his face with his hands,
aad groaned aloud. How he had been de-
ceived He had worshipped her as a deity
almost he awoke, and found her mortal
clothed with all a mortal's faults and folies.
Mrs. Greyson had left the apartment-grief
was so common, so vulgar. Emile was bend
ing over cherished flower that stood bv her
in rich vase; she had been debating with
herself whether she should leave the room or
not; compassion prompted her TO remain
And when Clarendon raised his eyes, she stood
before him like an angel of mercy, ready to
administer to his grief-sick heart. He re-
membered her gentle demeanor, her uniform
kindness, her unaffected charms, and he could
not hush a voice that whispered, why did you
not love her She is not so dazzling, so fas-
cinating as her sister, pursued the same voice,
but she is far more beautiful
Miss Emiie,' said he, approaching her,
have you no pity for me-
While scorn my sisters deception, can
not but pity her victim
'Despise her deceit no longer; it has prove d
blessing in Disguise
cannot comprehend il, Mr. Clarendon.
Listen, oh listen to me, Emile how
gladly, yet how feaFtnlly, do | make the ex-
PLANTATION. I have never dreamed of success,
have never hoped for favor-but my heart will
burst if | am denied the privilege of delivering
it of the newly-conceived passion. | have
awakened from dream-a deluson have
been worshipping an IDOL find it decep-
ton. l turn from the fair senseless image to
a deity. Emile, never knew until now
what lore was. Emile Emile, do you
hear me do you heed met or do you also
scorn me y
sMr. Clarendon what do | heart Where
are the tears you shed for my sister, they are
still on your cheek. Where is the groan you
uttered over her deceitl it is still ringing in
my ear. Would you repeat in my ear the
words that have been my sisters so long
No! no, sir, you mistake Emile Greyson,
when you deem her won thus lightly
Emile, hear me. swear by the gods
that have never loved but you Can a true
love not be born of a base passion! Gould
love be changed to disdain in one moment
No ! Emile believe me, this heart that
now offer you shall be yours forever. This
passion that now feel is nevis pure-it i.
love; it will abide forever
Enough Mr.. Clarendon, l leave you.
fear your brain is wandering. bid you fare.
WE'LL
Yet one moment-may see you again
may visit here as formerly
/ Il