Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-09-16

brave. true girl she proved herself Oh, but
she was wild about you! She offered the
doctors extravaganza sums-she would have
bribed Heaven itself, if she could-not to let
you die. But there came time-one night.
when you were raving about tell
you it was terrible She would have the
| truth, and told her-everything, from the
beginning. It makes me shudder now to
! think of tit struck her SO like death p
What did she say what did she dop
She did't say much-Oh, my God! my
God something like that The next morn
| ing she showed me a letter which she had
written to Margaret
To Margaret?' 1 started up, but fell back
again helpless, with groan. =
Yes, Joseph-and it was letter worthy of
the noblest woman. wrote another, for l
thought Margaret ought to know everything.
| 1t mi ght save her life, and yours too. In the
| meantime had got worse news from her still
that her physician saw no hope for he ex-
cept in a voyage to Italy. But that she re-
! solutely refuse to undertake, until she got
| these letters. You know the rest"
''The rest?'' said, as a horrible suspicion
| flashed upon me. You told me something
| terrible had happened
"Yes-to Flora. But you have heard the
worst. She is gone; she is by this time IN
| Rome
Flora gone? But you said she was here
"She2 So she isl But did you think l maent
| Flora?I supposed you knew. Not Fiora-but
Margaret! Margaret!'
II shrieked out, 'Margaretp That's the
last / remember, at least, the last | can tell
! She was there,-I was in her arms;-she had
| crossed the sea not to save her own life but
mine. And Flora had gone, and my dreams
were true; and the breath and magnetic touch
of love. which infused warm sweet life into
| me. and seemed not FlOra's but Margaret's
were no illusion,-what more can tell?'
From the moment ofreceiving those letters
Margaret's energies were reused, and she had
| begun to regain her health. There is no
such potent medicine as hope and love. 1t
has saved her and it saved me. My recovery
was sure and speedy. The happiness which
had seemed too great, too DEAR to be ever
possible, was now mine. She was with me
again, all my own? Only the cOnyalescent,
who feels the glow of love quicken the pure
pulses ofreturning health, knows what perfect
bliss is.
GAS soon as 1 was strong enough to travel,
we set out for Italy, the faithful Joseph ac-
companying us. We enjoyed Florence, its
palaces of art. the quaint old churches, about
which the religious sentiment OF ages seems
to hang like an atmosphere. the morning and
evening clamOr of musical bells, the ArnO,
and the olive-crOwned Tuscan hills,-all so
delightful to the senses and the soul. After
Florence, Naples, with its beautiful danger
Gus volcanic environs, where the ancients
aptly located their heaven and hell and
where luxurious, passionate people absorbs
into its blood the spirit of the soil, and the
flare and languor of the cline. From Naples
to Rome; where we saw St. Peters, that
bubble on the surface of the globe, which the
next earthquake may burst, the Vatican,
with its marvels of statuary. the ruined tenn
pies of the old gods and heroes, the Cam
payne, the Pope, and-Flora. We had but a
glimpse of her. IL was one night, at the
Coliseum. We had been musing about that
vast and solemn pile by the moonlight,
which silvered it over with indescribable
beauty, and at last, accompanied by our
guides, bearing torches, we assembled through
dark and broken passages to the upper
benches of the amphitheatre. As we were
passing along one side, we saw picturesquely
moving through the shadows of the opposite
wall, with the immense arena between the
red-faring torches and half illuminated
figures of another party of visitors. l don't
know whether il was instinct, or acuteness of
vision, that suggested Flora; but with
sudden leap of the heart, L felt that she was
there. We descended, and passed out under
the dark arches of the stupenduous ruin. The
other visitors walked little in advance of
us,-two of the number lingering behind
their cOmpaniOns;and certain words offender
ness and passion we heard, which strangely
oi'uSht W tuOSe nights Oh tue OCEAN
steamer
"What is the matter with your said Mar
garet looking in my face.
"Hushn | whispered-'there-tha woman
is Floral
'She chung to mel drew her closer as we
paused and the happy couple went on, over
the ancient Forum, by the silent columns of
the ruined temples, and disappeared from
sight upon the summit of Capitoline Hill.
"A few months later, we heard of the mar
rage of Flora to an English baronet; she is
now my Lady, and must do her the justice
to say that | never knew woman better
fitted to bear that title. As for Margaret
you will return with me TO my home on the
Hudson after We have finished our hunt after
those Western lands, you shall see her,
together with the loveliest pair of children
that ever made two proud parents happy.
"And here" added Westwood. ''we have
arrived at the end of our days journey; we
have had the Romance of the Glove, and
now-let's have some supper. "-Ahantic
Monthly.