The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-08-21

Nnc hung on MS arm; she looked IL
appealingly into his face as She crosse
the room; She ,minced' as she went, il
manner that of old moved the ire Of tn
prophet.
Dr. Lyon looked after her as if he won
dered what sort Of beast this might b.
that had come into his ark Menango, a
represented then and there, drew itsel
together a little, exchanged glances, ant
was inclined to think Mrs. Armer ''no
nice Mrs Vale a stately. old fashioned
lady. inWardly resolved that her cousin
visit to herself and her daughters shoulo
be short
Mrs Armer had the etlrontry to stol
and speak To Mrs llassan, and expressed
desire that they should meet where they
could talk over .old times" Mrs IIassal
va intensely polite but very cool, anC
She did not even look at her brother
Mr. Deyine and Mrs Armer did not STAY
more than ten minutes on the piazza. ant
during that time She did all the talking
dwelling mostly on the subject of her poor
dear husband, and intimating, firstly, that
ne had never understood her nature. and
secondly, that he had left her Every well
#, bat e. neither intimation5 did Mi
Drylnc respond with sympathy or interest
In his sudden reyulSion Of feeling, h,
hardly knew whether to be the most dis,
@nSted with himself OF with his companion
The worshlpcrs who came to the temple
in the morning and found that only the
llshy part OF Da@on was left to him, could
hardly have been more startled than Syd-
ncy Dcyine in the presence of his once
l,l A pn., Ia tn,l- I,,. ;nto -,,,,,,o,.
attended her with polite care, and shortly
after found out his own sister. and asked
her if She was ready to 90 home
AIRS llassan was more than ready.
Her whole soul was stirred within her
and SIC longed to utter her whole opinion
of the fair widow. but retrained, tcarino Q
to do more harm than good
Neither brother nor sister spoke till
they were half way home. and then Mr.
Deyile reused himself from the silence,
and said
.Bv .Jove +
1t did not seem as if this appeal to 4
heather deity was dictated by devotion or
byrcncWed passion. and Mrs IIassan ven
turcd to ask him what he wanted Of ,jupi-
ter
Look here, Cassy," said Sydney with
sudlden earnestncsS do tell me, was
She always like this?"
Mrs Iiassan drew a long subdued breath
of intense relief, and answered. with
studied VuietnesS:
II 40 not see much change in her
She is as pretty as ever, and her manner
is much the same rs when used to sec
her.
Classy, said Alr Devine, after another
silence, II have been a tremendous fool
Indeed. said Mrs lIassan I'VE arc
AL that, more or less, | suppose. Does
not Mrs. Armtr strike You as changed p
AS the same; and yet there is the
wonder, Classy; il You saw her As | dc
now, why didn't YOU tell me p
II tried to. sydney: but YOU said was
jealous Of her beauty" said Mrs. Hassan
betfaying a little thorn that had pricked
at intervals for wears
Well, We'll, | can not see what | was
thinking Of" And then came another
7i@L. ~ OF mingled relief and regret and
then he discovered that his sister was cry
mo
.Why. Cassy, what is that tor?~ he said
gently
4 ann % glad. was afraid you would
fancy her again.
"Cassy, said Mr. Devine, speaking
with great deliberation. rs the carriage
drove up to the door, Il should not fancy
nor il there was not another woman in the
world"
MIR lIassan had come home on the late
train. and. instead of going back to his
solitary den behind his office. sydney
stayed tu partak" Of the little repast, tol
neither he nor his sister had taken supper
At the Presidents.
\ cloud seemed, in some mysteriou,
manner, to have lifted from the face Of
creation, and to have dispersed itself in
empty ain
How pretty bis sister looked in her blue
silk Classy was an uncommonly elegant
woman he wondered he had never noticed
it before. What an excellent fellow was
his brothcrm-laW; what 4 charming old
lady was Mrs IIassan, the elder, What 4
delightful, well-ordercd, home-like place
was the house Where had his wits been
that hitherto all these things had never
seemed to clailn from him more than 4
listless lalt-Weary interest? He had not
made good supper, and then fed bits of
his fork 10 the cat, which She, much CON
descending, took daintilN
He felt like nan who has dreamed OF
wandering long heavily bur,lencd through
waste places. and who wakes to lind HIM
self in the familiar room. with the Visionary
load left behind in the land of visions.
Before he went away be had promised
to think about an ott-repeated proposal to
make his home with his brother-in-law
He thought to such goou purpose that be
fore the week had come to an end he was
established under his sisters roof, to that
ladv's great contentment.
He saw Mrs Armer two on three tunes
before She ended her visit; indeed She
came to him to consult him about law
suit in which She wa engaged with her
husbands relatives, but NJ. Dcvme i'll
formed her that the matter was out of his
line OF practice. Once and again he en-
counterrd his old love, but with no more
dangerous emotions than cyer-mcreasin9
disgust The once sweet, unconventional
artlessness was vulgarity; the grace, at
lectation; the silvery laugh, sounding
bass. With delight he felt himself a free
man. and he threw himself into his pro
tession with renewed ardor, and each day
seemed a revelation of life
Mrs Armer did not prolon@ her visit
ana i'll a few days fitted away to the I'M
disguised relief of Mrs Vale.
As for Mr. Dcvine's long-cherishcd love
the angel Of resurrection might have called
for it in vain The craven image, attel
rci@nin@ for Years in atemple meant for 4
holer Worship crmnbed into dust at the
first sunbeam Of reality that shown int
the shrine. From the Aldine for August
"NEAEEE, My COP TO Thee Saral
Flower, the writer Of this touching hymn
was worthy Of the name, for Sarah slgnl
iics princess and sweeter fragrance has
rarely cxudcd from any flower in the gar
den This gifted girl married Mr.. William
b. Adams, an English civil engineer, o
superior abilities She was of tlail constl
tuition, and amid many bodily sutferings
she kept her pen at work upon variou:
poetical productions At what time she
caught the inspiration to compose that one
immortal hymn, which is now sung aroun,
the globe, we have never learned. Prob
ably it was some season of peculiar trial
when the bruised spirit emitted the odol
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