Year: 1859

ing with the most exquisite delight. "Oh
such delightful news!"--6rotber was com
ing to take her home next week !, and she
clapped her tiny hands, and danced about
the room, as if her heart could not contain
its happiness Delightful news indeed to q
warm hearted and aFectionate sister But
how could she expectyoae to be interested
about it?-what in the world did the girl
mean by intruiing so unceremoniously upon
your privacy and telling you abouther broth
er ?--pshaw you didn't care straw!


You didn't care? What, then, meant
that bright light that CLEANED from those
pretty blue eyes? What meant that Grim
son blush upon your cheeks, face and neck?
1t meant something, surely! Don't you re-
member how you kept somebody's ambro'
type in that pink bordered waist.apron for
two whole weeks before you gave it back to
Lula? Don't you remember how you used
to slip it between theleaves Of your French
reader in recitation hours, so as to get Q. nice,
long look at it?-and wasn't it reported
among the girls, that Mrs, Dazzle actually
saw you kiss it, and then silly slip it IN your
bosom? Aha you sly girl !-don'ttell me,
that you didn't care straw whether Lula's
brother came or not .-.-.


He did come-he was introduced tc' you
but somehow or other, his manner seemed
cold, naughty and reserved and the heart
within you, which had been full OF hope,
sunk into painful, misgivings. You should
have known that certain degree of reserve
is characteristic of the real gentleman when
first made acquainted with young lady
You should have know, that man Of CON-
mon sense and self.respect never allows him
self to be familiar until he is we'll satisfied,
that, that familiarity will not be productive
of contempt. He was polite and respectful
that is all that any stranger can claim ;
but you had hoped thathe would have taken
your hand, and let dowa his dignity little,
seeing that you and his sister were such de-
voted friends. Now, you should have re-
membered, that Lula's brother was very far
above YOU He was an educated, polished
and wealthy man, while poor little you, were
simply school. girl; and he had seen too
much of life, and valued its opportunities
too highly, to waste its precious moments
among giggling girlsand pertmisses. How
did ke know, that you were different in your
mental and moral organizations from the one
thousand and one young ladies of your age,
who spend more time upon the reading Of
trashy novels and silly poetry, than they do
in the cultivation of those virtues and yraccs
which dignity the sex, and make them only
title lower than the angels Confess to
me, that Notwithstanding his air of cold and
digni6ed reserve, you loved him-loved him
for that very air of calm, uncompromising
dignity. Don't you remember how the
whole expression of his countenance changed
as he fondly embraced his sister ?-how. the
stern voice sunk into lower key, and the
dark brow frightened into the beautiful love-
light of affection?


For FIVE days you were much in his society,
and you could not have failed to notice a
marked change in his manner towards you.
He appeared to take so much interest in
your studies-sat beside you for hours while
you were painting assisted you in your
French translations--purchased music
stand for you and placed upon it the latest
and most popular pieces of music.


All ! the man of strong intellect felt the
power of your influence far more than you
dreamed of !! The soft, sweet voice repeat
ing the sublime productions of classic litera-
ture-the little white fingers upon the harp
strings-the beautiful head bowed over the
embroidery work-the sweet blue eyes BEAM
ing with delight upon the creations of the
pencil and easel-all these little things gave
birth to an influence, the measure Of whose
potency was co-equal with the power of
death


There was a concert to be given one even
ing, and he, of course, invited you and Lula
to accompany him. For some reason, known
best by herself, Lula declined the invitation
on the plea of sick-headache. Her broth
er did not seem more than above anxious
about her society; and you could not help
thinking that they had planned things to
suit their own purposes.


"Take my arm," were the very first words
he uttered, as you stepped out upon the side
walk. They were simple, commonplace
words-you had heard them made use of
very often before-but your bosom was STIR
red by them even to its innermost recesses,
and your heart bounded with new emotion
as he thus addressed you. Wasn't it so2--
There was something about the manner of
expression-something so tenderly sweet
that your poor little heart pulsated wildly,
your lips quivered under the influence of
some mysterious power, and warm, bright
light came upon your soul, making it all a
place of flowers, sunlight and singing Of birds.
nTake my arm," as said by your fasher,
did not make you feel thus-did not uncap
the very fountains Of your nature and let out
food of fragrance over your throbbing heart.
"Take my arm," when said by the Presi-
dent of the Seminary, did not thus affect
you-did not kindle fire within the heart and
send the hot, boiling blood, like stream of
volcanic lava, rushing through every vein.
ssTake my arm," as said by the Professor,
carried no such influence with it-satisied
not the sweet yearninss of your soul--lulled
the sensitive heart into no such beautiful