Year: 1862

BY THE AUTHOR OF ''THE COTTAGEI IN THE GLEN"
Think not the husband gained that all is done !;
The prize of happiness must still be won,


And oft, the careless find it to their cost,


The lover in the husband may be lost.


Thy graces, night alone, his heart allure
Ihey and the virtues, meeting, must secure.


Lord Littlet0n.
Is not this the heart of penetrable stuff?


Will not submission, meekness, patience, truth,
Win his esteem IA sole desire to please,


Conquer Indifference ?-they must THE will !
Aid me, kind heaven, and / will try


1t was bright and beautiful evening.
The earth was clad in a garb of the
richest and the brightest hues and
the clear cerulean of the heavens gave
place near the setting sun to glowing SAL
iron color, over which was hung most
magnificent drapery of crimson clouds.
Farther toward both the North and the
South, was suspended here and there sable
curtain, fringed with gold, folded as but one
hand could fold them. They seemed fitting
drapery to shreud the feet of Him who
rideth upon the wings of the wind


Such was the evening upon which Edward
Cunningham conducted bis fair bride into
the mansion prepared for her reception. But
had both earth and heaven been decked
with ten-fold splendor, their beauty and
magniticence would have been lost on him i!
for his thoughts, bis affections, bis whole
being were centered in the graceful creature
that leaned on his arm and whome he again
welcomed to her new abode-her future
homo q hot ho off in
word that was groaning under the pressure
OF unnumbered evils forgot that earthly joy
Is oit times but a dream, fantasy that van
lshes like the shadow of summer cloud
that Hits across the landscape, or as the
morning vapor before the rising sun /; for.
got that all on this side of heaven is feet
ing and changeable, and false. In his bride,
the object of his fondest love, he felt that he
posed treasure, whose smile would be
unclouded sunshine to his soul whose soci.
ETY. would make another Eden bloom for
him. 1t was but six short months since he
first saw her who was now his wife land for
nearly that entire perior be had been in
"delirium of love" intent only on securing
her as bis own. He had attained his object,
and his life seemed spread before him para
disc ofdelight, blooming with roses, unac-
companied with thorns.


Joy and sorrow, in the world, dwell side
by side. In a stately mansion, two doors
only from the one that had just received the
stately bridegroom and happy bride, dwelt
one who hao been four weeks wife. On
that same bright evening she was sitting in
the solitude OF her richly furnished cham
Der, her elbows resting on table, her hand
supporting the head while letter lay
spread before her, on which her eyes, blind.
ed with tears, were riveted. The letter was
from her husband. He had been from home
nearly three weeks, in which time she had
heard from him but once, and then only by
a verbal message.


The letter that lay before her had Just
arrived 1t was the first she had ever recei.
we'd from her husband and ran thus:


MRS. WEsTBURY: Thinking you might pos
sibly expect to see me at home this week. I
write to inform you that business will detain
me in New York some time longer. Yours, &c.


FREDERIC WESTBURY.


For long time, the gentle, the feeling
Julia INDUCED her tears and her grief with.
out restraint. Again and again she read
the laconie epistle before her, to ascertain
what more might be made of it than at first
met the eye. But nothing could be clothed
III palmer language, or be more coolly un
derstood. 1t was as brief and as much to
the point as those interesting letters which
debtors sometimes receive from their credit
ors, |" through the agency of au attorney"
Did ever youthful BRIDE" thought she,
"receive from her husband such letter as
this? he strives to show me the complete
indifference and coldness of bis heart to-
ward me. Oh, why did accept his hand,
which was rather the offer of his father
than bis own? Why did not listen to my
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