Year: 1867




Is Ind honor at home far more realizing than
, the changing and perilous pursuits which


beset ambition abroad. Tell me not oil


by.gone happiness, it is a mockery to my
sufferings: the fulfllment of your pro.


mise would be joy indeed, but cold and


miserable are the memories of the soul


when awakened to deluded hope. Give
!. me but one slender and hopeful JOY to
D rest upon while awaiting your return,


and L will sit solitary as the night bird
till behold your face again. Oh Will


liam, do remain The Vale of Osmond
will be lonely when no more your fagco-
lette sounds the chorus Of the breeze
s the streams dim in their sunny glory, and


the surrounding hills turn grey, when
not enliveued by your pencil. All will
be drear indeed, aud your injured Ellen
shall ramble lonely through the haunts of


her absent William"


The fair head rested on his bosom
again, and there was silence. William
willing to see her composed, allowed her
to weep on in silence. Occasionally he
pressed the tiny hand in his and looked
down in sorrow upon her pale face. The
silent transport of conflicting hearts, pain
full although it is, repays, or compensates
for the struggle. 1t is the pain of JOY,
deep, reverential and submissive. The
trials of separation, or the pang of alb
sence, is lightened by the dreams of con-
templated meeting. We never realize
the real nature of our feelings, or our
love, till we lose the object, and then fully
awakened to sense of our loss, we re-
gret the separation and weep over de-
parted joys. Ideas, generally, are of mo-
mentary duration. To separate is to lose,
and no departure is left unregretted.


William Everitt felt that regret now
Raising her tenderly from her reclining
posture he again essayed to speak. There
was an unin' eligible purpose at his heart,
and he said with suffering tones: =


Ellen, this must not be; however try
ing the division of our hearts, it is neces-
sary that it must be so. God will sup
port US under our sorrow till again | re-
turn with honor to claim you openly as
my wife. 1t is encumbent on both of Us
that we withhold our private meetings.
While | linger here watching and loving
you | can find no rest There is chasm
between US, the approach to which is
dangerous, calculated to blast our under
takings at the beginning. Should l re-
main, this misery of secret love will con-
continue, and, finally the ties that bind
us reciprocally together may be severed
by cruelty and scorn."


No. said Ellen emphatically, " no,
William: there is that in my heart which
neither cruelty can eradicate nor scorn
suppress. 1t is already incorporated with
my existence. Your going far away may
break my heart, but never can blot out
the memory of your name. 1t is written
In characters of fire, deep, uncrasable
aud impressive. When l die my love
will be buried with me; but until then
it is wholly yours, and when we meet
again in heaven it shall live with eternal
enjoyment and immortal lustre."


And again Ellen wiped her eyes and
strove to read his inmost thoughts, but
nothing but melancholy aud sorrow could
she decipher. A wavering and uneasy
expression was in his face, yet there was
truth and carnestness visible. For time
she waited for him to speak; but he re-
mained in silence, his thoughts evidently
wandering, and finding him absorbed she
contnued:-


" Your going away, William, is cruel.
Cannot you remain where there is love
and fame to reward you? Your tempted
ambition may lead you to forget me, but
remember that while you leave me desc
late, my heart shall sustain itself by the
remembrance of your face that while
you traverse the world there will be one
who awaits your return with joy, and
weeps by midnight for your success and
triumph. With none to commune with |
L will keep my vigils till again your re-
turn awakens gratitude in my bosom,
and until we shall receive the cup Of
blessing for that of pain and sorrow"


William Everitt stopped low and i'm
printed kiss upon her lips. The reso-
luton was now fixed = his happiness
completed With love, pure and celes-
tial in his keeping, he would be able to
face the encounters of the world, and re-
turn with pride to make her his wife. =
Once more he pressed the tiny hand and
said in tender and decisive tones: =


With your approval, Ellen, will de-
part, but it will not be long till you re-
ceive me back again. Time, however
long, cannot extinguish our pulse of af-
fection nor suppress the desire of again
joining you for ever No, will come to
you soon, and then, dearest" -


He said no more, for Ellen's tears how-
ed faster, and she yielded to the embrace
of his arms. They mutually disengaged
and William Everitt taking
a ring from his bosom placed it upon her
finger. 1t was the seal of their united
affection = the symbol of their union,
and the signature of the bright reality
which both looked for as the consuma-
ton of their earthly happiness. In ST.
lepce they exchanged tokens, and William
Eyeritt left the spot The last kiss, the