The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1859-12-08

throng of passengers, and still more motley
crew, has passed Nice, and is now skirtiDg the
base of the maritime Alps, where shine, above,
the white converts and villas, and at their feet,
where the sea kisses the shore, the beautiful,
winding, terrace-bordered Cornice road. Past
these, and very near them, glides on the steamer;
past nest-6ke towns, high up among the rocks
aud trees, like some colony of rocks about an
ivy tower; past noble bays, where the light
felucca, with gulls-wing sail, darts arrow-hke
across past ruined turrets, against which, in
the old time, Algerine corsairs have battered
their brazen shot; past village chapels, from
whose Companies the bell-music came softly
over the waters, to meet them with word of
peace; past tumbling, racing torrents, brawl-
ingly ninging themselves down from the green
hill-sdes; past vineyards, and chestnut forests,
and mulberry plantations, and orange groves,
and olive yards, and mystic palm trees, stretch
ing out towards the sea their plaintive spires,
murlnuring and yearning for the land beyond
the waves where the sun is their own, their
father and their friend past all these, and
very near 20 them at times glides on the steamer,
making her rapid way towards Genoa the Su-
perb.
The air is fine, the sea IS smooth, the sky is
bright, and the travellers seem 10 be doing their
best towards the enjoyment of the moment.
Lot with the light Frenchman, however, gayly
vhistling Malbrook,' nor with the bright
eyed Genoese, humming an air from Rossini
nor with the artist sketching the sailor group
about the mast; nor with the pale English
airl, who is longing for the mild air of Flor
ence, IS our concern. A single passenger
must absorb our interest---the lady clad in
black, who sits apart there, cOmmuning with
herself; and all other features of this various
many-colored scene, must go perforce un
touched. A lady dressed in black, with bent
form, STOPPING shoulders, and care-worn bag
gard features, that shock you like the white
face oF drowned man, tossed into the moon
light by some wave, that, not willing to keep
all its horror TO itself, vindictively compels you
u be participation of it. 1t is not the face of q
CHASTITY selftormentor, neither, but of one long
time tortured racked, imprisoned, for the sake
Of some heroic thing she has done some grand
faith, some matches love, some eternal, undis
turbed fidelity. And it Is this idea Of bitter
suffering, all undeseryed, which shocks us, not
anything repulsive In the face itself; which
lined with care, with anxiety and unrest
is yet most sweet amid all its sadness.
Who is she, then? A wife, aud a mother
but nor wifely nor motherly joys had ever
been hers. She had known more than forty
years of life, more than twenty years of love,
b Tay an II sun ssne Wife oSs
biiubted her DAYS, as the simoom blights the
desert palmtree But she WAS near the enc
now. she told herself with saddeSt iiattery-
near the end now; loving on, not hoping, Du
calmly enduring. Whatever might De INA
cad. whenever that end might come, IL "oui'
,,af. could not. shock her. So much of shadov
a.. had known. so much of dungeon endured
hat any change now would be comparative
| sunshine. and especially the change she D''
tered herself of. the last change of all IN ,'n
eyentfnl history" For she was one Of ,nos'
who have q right to welcome the s''n'no"'
aud bless The messenger. Loves
When the man pleases and the wor,''n GO ~
4, Is easy to rehearse in saddest tr'eeu u n. n,
the old Time union of Jove and "en'ee ~
god comes in his splendor, ar. 'us ~ FL,
made blind forever, must
desoiate ana sunless Pa frame. work was Mrs
o9'rtI~nas ~ II life built up. Fully 81
1e.. t :. yas $50 desolate. Is it possible
:.toI y, as able to find consolation IL
1nal "'eu d q lier brain with vision- procreat'
Il nliInI Oe, anu
she mus law D'eO oi'e 'e'No" N0
be?
III Jest ON the oa,sde of mars dream.
ii IL diaPason oyv, we think
TO hear their pnions rise and sink,
II While they float pure beneath His eyes,
Lac swans adOwn a stream'
Let us look at this woman's story. Perchanc,
II may enhghten us respecting some element
Of It's sequel, in which resides own story
aud oh naad NO tn ha rde 1 40 an on
i s0de-
-" o anime afanae, t-t.a
Venite moi parlsr. satin Eol mega
Margaret Lloyd was the daughter of Pro
lessor in the College which gave Beale Lloyt
his degree She was just entering a little SO
ciety, at the age of sixteen, when she and Lloyt
mel for the first time. he being student. Mar
garet was exceedingly lovely, then somewha
Of girl, and childish, perhaps, but sweet, mod
est, innocent, with deep loving eyes, and a SOU
fall OF passion, truth, and honesty. Well, the,
net. Lloyd was the man of the College, some
Nha' Wild and inclined to frolic, it whispered
but exceedingly handsome and very popular
both with his llowstudents aud the :" Facui
Y for he had a great reputation for talen
end scholarship, promised to stand prominent
Is Forward in the profession he had elected for
aad. sithal could affect that frank, liberal, deb
oau-ir manner, which is guaranty OF adj
mlsers with ones associates. de was quick
PASSIONATE man, fiery and proud, with q bril-
nan style aud a genuine ardor OF character
Beng such, he subdued the little girl OF SIX
teen, heart, soul, mind, so that she came t
make him her god, and worshipped him. Selfish
he might he, and naughty, but he was not un
generous at start, nor dishonest; and SO, whel
hediscovered the little flowers yearning toward
Inn. be fell in love also, as far as such MATURE
could love; and they formed between them
selves an engagement to marry, as soon as n
should become graduate. But his father, tn
aced and rufled old Federalst, somehow CAM
% hear Of the was aghast at the idea OF tn
SIood Of all the Lloyds and Van Coppernael
lowing into and mingling with the base ele
Melt that watercd such common channels
raugh a daughter of John Brown, and
Drown, too, that is without an e. who eve
heard Of such thing? It's altogether prepos
'erols!" and so, he ordered his son to breal
~ Tie match forthwith, under pain of his higl
-'pieasure. OF course, this mandate was dis
esarted, seorned. Indeed, it was always on
'T1 OF Beale Loyd's prideful sefshness to b.
aagnanimous. He went to the Professor, ant
V-eFet to marry his daughter out of hand III
vas Of age, he said, and had property enough
his Individual right to provide for their mod
needs. Alas, there pride even in
olo~n without the e, and, as fathers verl
~ 10 do, Professor John Brown thought only
MS prlde-not at all his daughters suffering
N. He had received an insulting letter from
Cid patrician, and SO he forbade the Sol
house, aud forbade him with sternnes
% he thought would be final, and to make
s'-oy SO, made it cruel. Then Beale Lloyd
Ills auuar and l,;S ,roardol x,r;do ru;ta for