New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1857-06-30

reaches the point II absorbing interest which en-
chains the attention Of the majority Of readers.
The attraction Of the worb consists mainly In lts
character-drawins. It's personages are presented IN
all the impressive nsturalness Of life, With no at
tempt 10 adorn them BY any soft illusions. They
are placed in scenes which SAVIOR too much Of the
bard experience of the real world to allow much
scope TO the Imagination. The grand thea.er OF the
pl.t j. q scbccl r.m in Brussels-tbe hero an En-
glsh ad,enturer who 10 seeking a livelihood BY the
profession OF teachiDg-the herOine young Swiss
of English descent at ouce pupil and an assistant
in the school-the dencuement the marriage Of the
parties, their successful career teachers, their
accumulation IF q modest competence aud their
final retirement to rural felicity 10 England
Such are scsnty and measer threads TO work into
tissue Of cloth Of gold. The very attempt betrsys
the audscity Of genius But without any pomp of
language, any appeals TO the love Of excitement,
any use of the ordinary materials for producing
eject. the writer has certainly succeeded in con-
.trrcting work rich in the se nents Of sympathy
and possessing the same strange fascination for
the lover Of spiritual anatomy, from which it is i'm
possible to escape in the perusal Of the other Won
derful fctions from the same pen.
Soon after the first introduction of the Professor
TO the young heroine at the pensionnat OF Mademoi-
sele Reuter-, the intriguing mistress Of the estab-
lishmebt had yielded to spasm OF indefinite jeal-
ou,y, and discharged the little Swiss GIRL in whom
the English teacher was evidently beginning to take
too deep an interest. She endeavors to break up
their acquaintance by concealiDg her resden.e
from the bafiled Professor. He makes every
attempt to discover the lost Pleiad, but without
success, unit, one day be accidentally strolled into
the neighborhoOd Of the Protestant cemetery in
| the envrons Of the city:
The place was large enough to afford half an hours
strollDg without the monotony OF treadng continually
the same path and, for those who love to perue the
annals Of gTaveyaIds here was variety oi inscription
enough 10 occupy the attention for double or treble
that space Of time Hitler people of many kindreds
tongues and nations had brought their dead Tor inter-
ment and here on pages of stone, of marble and OF
brass were written names dates last tributes OF pomp
or love- in English in French in German, and Latin
| Here the Englishman had erected marble monument
| over the remains of his Mary Smith or Jane Brown
| and Inscribed it only with her name. There the
French wdower had shaded the grave Ct his Elmire
or Celestine with brilliant thicket Of roses, amid
which little tablet rising, bore an equally bright tes-
tmony Of her countless virtues Every nation. tribe,
and kindred mourned after its own fashion, ana now
soundless was the mourning of all My own tread,
though slow and upon Oh paths seemed 10
otherwise total. Not only the winds but the very hit
full wandering airs that afternoon as by common
copsent all fallen asleep in their various quarters
the north was hushed the south set the east sobbed
not. nor did The west whisper. TIL clouds in heaven
were condensed and dull but apparently quite motion
less Under the trees of this cemetery nestled warm
beathless gloom out OF which the expresses stood up
straight ana mute, above which the willows hung low
nd ube he "a
siless for night dew or thunder shower; where the
tombs, and those they bid, lay impossible to sun or
shadow, to rain or drouth
lmportuned by the sound Of my own footsteps,
turned of upon the turf, and slowly advanced TO
grove of yews saw something stir among the stems.
| thought it might be broken branch swinging My
shortsighted vision had caught no form, only sense
Of notion but the dusky shade passed on, appearing
and disappearing at the openings Of the avenue soon
discerned it was living thing, and human thing
and drawing nearer perceived 1t wa woman paic
alone, as had deemed myself alone, and meditatng
as had been meditatng. Ere long she returned to
seat which fancy she had but just Quilted or should
have caught sigh. Of her before. IL was IN nook
screened by oump of trees there was the white wall
before her, and little stone set up against the wali
and at the foot Of the stone allotment OF turf
| freshly turned up-a new made grave. /! put on my
,ne at the inscription on u. Stone read, Jusnne
Henri, died at Brussels, aged sixty. August 10th,
l Having peTussd the i1nserptSn looked down
eyes, unconscious Of any living thing It slim,
youthful figure in mourning apparel OF the Pi"nsst
black stuf, with little simple black Grape bonnet.
felt as well as saw who it was, and, moving neither
hard nor foot, stood some moments enjoying the Sc.
curity Of conviction. had sought her for month,
and had never discovered one of her traces-never
met a hope or seized q chance Of encountering her
anywhere. had been forced to looseo my grasp on
expectation, and, but an hour ago. had sunk sackly
under the Encouraging thought that the current VI
life and the impulses Of destiny had swept her for ever
from my reach and behold, while bending suleny
earthward beneath the pressure OF dependency
while following with ny eyes the track Of sorrow on
the turf Of a graveyard, here was my lost jewel
dropped the tearfed herbage nesting IN the messy
and moldy roots Of yew-trees.
Frances sat very quiet her elbow her knee, aud
her head Oh her hand. / knew she could r.tain
thinking attitude long time without change. AT last
tear fell. She had been looking at the name on the
stone before her, and her heart had doubt endured
one Of those constructions with which the DIES ,ate v
ing regretting the dead, at times so sorey op.
pressed. Many tears rolled down, which she wiped
away again and again, with her handkerchief some
distressed sobs escaped her, and then, the paroxy-m
| over, she eat quiet as before put my hand gently
on her shoulder No need further to prepare her for
she was neither hysterical liable to fantng Its
sudden push, indeed might have startled her, but the
contact Of my quiet touch merely woke attention a.
wished and though she turned quickly, yet so light
gswift is thought-n minds especially-l be-
lsve the wonder OF what-the consciousness OF who
was that thus stole unawares on her solitude, had
passed through her brain and flashed into her heart
even before she had effected that hasty movement at
| least, Amszement had hardly opened her eyes and
raised them TO mine, Recognition informed their
irids with most speaking brightness. Nervous sur
prise had hardly discomposod her features ere senti
men Of mcst vivid JOY shone clear and warm on her
whole countenance. / had hardly time to observe
that che was wasted and pale called to feel
sponsiye inward pleasure by the Of most full and
exquisite pleasure glowing In the animated hush, aud