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| To calm the feverish brain.
Oh, other tongues may whisper love,
| In accents soft and mild,
| But none OIL earth 50 pure as that
parent bears n child;
No faithful voice directs their steps.
Or bids them onward press;
And 1t they gang kennin wrung,
God help the fathcrless."
The two succeeding years, I resided with
Mr.. Grey to whose guardianship father
Clayton left me his only child Clara had
been my first and only intimate friend at
school; there was an air of dignity which
commanded respect together with an affec.
tionate confiling disposition which made
her favorite with all. 1 had become hope
less in my search of Marion, and notwith-
standing all that surrounded me to bring
pleasure I was unhappy-Clara's sympathy
and Mr.. Grey's reasoning only added to my
wretchedncss. had strolled on the lawn
to be alone, my thoughts busy with the
scenes that transpired two years before.
How different from the lowering clouds
and crashing elements was this calm eve-
ming; on its breeze was borne Clara's soft
voice mingling in harmony with the harp's
mellow strains; but its sweetness was not
in unison with my reflections, and aloud I
gave vent to the thoughts Of my bosom
Oh, Marion art thou still alive to what
isle of the ocean shall l go to claim thee,
or does thy manly form lie mouldering be-
meath the sod of some lonely valley, ana
shall thy sister know no kindred tie Oh,
my soul longs for kindred spirit; one
whose tongue brcathcs not unmeanning fiat
terry one whose love would shield from
every frown! Can it be, such sadness fills
the heart Of one at whose feet 30 many
bow. sprang to my feet, the blood
mounting to my cheek, for l knew the
voice of Henry Howard =; l know not why
his presence ever filled me with agitation
before him :; my usual selfpossession van
isbed, and I was subject to his will. Be
calm, said he, and listen to me. mechan-
icaIly resumed my seat.-"You long for a
kindred spirit whose love would shield from
every frown, let that bourne be mine; for
believe me, 'tis no fattercr's oath when I
swear, by all my honor holds sacred, l have
loved youlong, deeming isone, If I should
love some bright particular star and wish to
we'd it, But feelings must excuse my pre-
sumption which emboldens me to ask the hei-
ress of wealth, at whose shrine 80 many bow
70 grant me the right to claim so great a
Treasure asmy own. Together 'let.us searcl,
eafth's remotestIands for the brother you 80
much mourn.' ~ p.
Where had fled my reason that sucl,
language subdued me; 1 who had scorned
the love breathcd in purer words, listened
to these Of Demon. 1t was destiny goad.
ed me on! yea, it wassfate ruled the unl,ap.
py bourin which I becams the afiapced
wife Of Henry Howard. -,
Mr.. Grey and Clasas J,ead Of my en-
gagement with astonishtnedft-- vain the,
warned Or coanselled, although did no
love adsf felt was irffny nature, spell
coil binding me irresistibIy. At length
the morning game full Of sun shine, which
was to placs1ay happiness in another'
keeping. Didspy heart bound with jo,
at The thought; no, the mirror reAectet
1.-THE countenance Of happy expectan
bride. As I ugelosed1ny chamber door t