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don't say any thing. Won't you stop dress richly, dispense bounty-would this confounded horse? Whoa, Prince, this not be a sort of balm to wounded whoa ! »
pride,—the best, the only pleasure now He pulled her hands and the reins; left to her? Would there not be trishe ceased to make any resistance. She umph in it, under the circumstances ? was thinking; and thought can com- To show Mr. Dassel- She drew her pass much in brief time. In that hour breath in, not daring to look towards of her desolation, when about to fly her the flushed, eager face, venturing to own dear home, whose whole atmo- bend nearer to her own. sphere had been poisoned to her, there
6 We'll be home in a minute more. was a certain sort of fascination in the Won't you give me an answer, Miss picture her mind painted at Sam's Lissa, -just the least little thread to words, “Mother likes you,-father'll hold on by, until you've time to think give you all the money you want.” Yes, it over ? There's ma on the portico here was ease, splendor, and affection. now; please-do tell this horse to stop, If Milla and Dassel should remain, as
for he won't mind me," despairingly. she wished them to, under her parents' “Whoa, Prince,” said Lissa, and the roof, she need not abide with them, nor carriage came to a stop, but it was at yet be without a home whose pride and the gate of Rose Villa, and Mrs. Grizzle idol she knew that she would be. It was hurrying down the lawn, to ask was true that Mrs. Grizzle was vulgar what this delightful drive meant. and uneducated; but she had a kind, “Jurnp out,” cried Lissa, nervously. motherly heart and way which atoned “I do not wish to meet any one now. for many defects.
I will send you my answer to-night;" Sam Grizzle was esteemed a "good and Sam jumped, feeling as if he were match” by most of the young ladies in soaring to the stars instead of sinking the neighborhood. He had the outward to the earth. Prince started on, and dress of a gentleman, and might some in five minutes more Elizabeth stood in time acquire refinement, in a limited the centre of her own room, with flushdegree. Then, to be married when ed face, conscious of a high-beating Milla was, or before; to have a grand pulse, and a very miserable, reckless wedding, to step into a wealthy house, mood.
(To be continued.)
THE GLORIA AND THE MISERERE.
On Bethlehem's plain afar ?
Reëchoed from star to star ?
The young lambs were folded to their rest;
The whole earth was waiting to be blest.
Abiding in the glory, were ye strong
Attuned to lower notes, our spirits shrink;
Was fairer than our paler lips may drink.
We list in our wandering faint and weary,
For the echo of the Gloria soft and low, And our dull ears hear but the Miserere,
With its long, long wail of human woe. It sobs with the sob the children smother,
Whose young lives no child-joys ever hold; It wails with the wailing of the mother,
Whose thin lips are whitening in the cold. It moans with the moaning of the dying,
When the night-dews are falling on the brave; It sighs with the weary captive's sighing,
And groans with the groaning of the slave.
Bending downward with crystal tears ?
With the onward rush of years. They list where moss and ivy blending,
Clothe wall and tower with verdant maze; They hear the organ-tones ascending,
With its voice of lofty praise. They list while the Gloria is pealing,
But its clear notes' upward flow, To their souls no glory is revealing,
And deeper grows the settling dark below;
Till, echoing sad and slow,
But that cannot reach their woe.
Of the souls bedewed with tears?
And swells with the voice of years. The glad birds are singing by the rillside,
The glad flowers are whispering to the breeze, The glad winds are chanting on the hillside,
The glad streams are shouting to the seas.
Still ever onward flows,
Let the glory shine around !
And our ears are deafened by the sound.
For the Gloria our souls can dimly hear, And wait till the full flow of the ocean,
Of sound seraphic meets our longing ear.
And our listening souls grow brave,
Since the clanking chains are fallen from the slarc. Your wailing is not vain, O life-weeper,
For the gates of pearl unclose,
Than the long Miserere of your woes.
AFTER THREE THOUSAND YEARS.
“Do you remember the last request men and women enough for family, at you made of me, when we parted in least in the present,” said Marion, hatParis, you to return homeward, and I ing herself for the blush she could not to bury myself in the tombs of the restrain. Turning hastily, she added, Pharaohs?” asked Vance, the latest lion “ This is Mr. Vance, Juliette. My of Eastern travel, of Marion Harléigh, cousin, Miss Randolph, Mr. Vance.” as he took her out to dinner at Madame A little figure rose from the great Belletoile's.
arm-chair where she had been almost Perfectly. I asked you to bring me buried, and bowed smilingly in answer some personal ornament from the mum- to tbe stately bow of the traveller. my. of a princess,” replied the young Then she seated herself upon the sofa lady with sang-froid.
beside Marion, and unconsciously offer * And you promised to wear it, re- ed her misty golden curls, pure com member,” pursued. Vance, maliciously plexion, and sweet blue eyes, in contrast watching for the pallor that did not to her cousin's trained and statuesque come.
brunette beauty. * Exactly. I promised to wear it, Vance, studying the two without and I am ready to keep my promise. looking at either, found it impossible Did you bring me the opportunity ?” to award the palm to either, and gave
“ Could I have ventured to present both credit for arranging a contrasting myself before you without it?" replied tableau—a maneuvre for which Juliette the traveller, with smiling courtesy. was as yet too innocent, and Marion too 6 And what is it?"
proud. * May I come to-morrow, and offer After ten minutes, Vance drew a litit ?"
tle Indian casket from his pocket and " I shall be very glad to see you.” placed it in Miss Harleigh's hand.
The next morning, at twelve o'clock, “ There is the Pharaonic spoil you Vance rang at the door of Mr. Peter have kindly allowed me to bring for Harleigh's fine town-mansion, and, upon you," said he. inquiring for Miss Harleigh, was shown Marion opened the box, and uttered at once to the drawing-room, graced by a little cry of surprise. It appeared that young lady's presence. She came filled with golden beetles sparkling to meet him with outstretched band. with phosphorescent gleams. Immedi
« Welcome home!” said she, a little ately she closed the lid upon them, and more earnestly, perhaps, than she would looked up into Vance's laughing face. have spoken to Professor Byzantium, “ They will not harm you ; they are who also returned to New York from securely chained,” said he, opening the Eastern travel, by the Persia.
case as it lay upon Marion's lap, and Millard Vance held the hand she taking from it a necklace of golden offered, long enough to dart the pierc- scarabæi, with diamond eyes and green, ing glance of his hazel eyes deep into enamelled wings. Each insect was linkthe heart of the young girl, and then, ed to each by a tiny chain, but so loosereleasing it, said softly,
ly as to admit of perfect freedom of “ You are kind; but I have no home, movement. The necklace was clasped you must remember."
by a medal of burnished gold deeply “ You should interpret the word more graven with certain symbols or charwidely, and feel that your native land acters, not easily to be deciphered even is enough for home, and your country- as to form.
“Oh, the darling, lovely, odd thing!” by himself and his son, who had reexclaimed Juliette Randolph, while solved to sell their secret to the magnifiVance lightly swung the glittering toy cent nobleman · Inglis,' 'instead of to from his finger; but Marion turned their own government, to whom it pale, and slightly shivered.
properly belonged. “ Where did it come from, Mr. “ After hearing this story, I quietly Vance ?" asked she.
remarked to my friend the Sheikh that “ From the neck of a Pharaonic prin- I had been so many times imposed upon cess, as you desired that it should,” by the same account, and had lost so returned Vance, watching with boyish much time, patience, and money in zest the effect of his announcement. consequence, that I had resolved to re
“Oh, tell us all the story, please, Mr. venge myself upon the very next imVance !-how you got it, and how she postor for all that I had suffered at the looked, and all,” pleaded Juliette, set- hands of his fraternity, and that it was tling herself in the sofa-corner with the but fair to give him timely warning impatient delight of a child about to that I intended keeping to my resolulisten to a fairy-tale.
tion, and to offer him the chance of Vance looked at her appreciatively, reconsidering his proposition, then suffered his regard to linger for a “ Without any pretence of being hurt moment upon the proud, dark eyes in his feelings or wounded in his honor Marion Harleigh had almost uncon- -pretences at which I should have only sciously fixed upon his own, before he laughed—my Sheikh repeated bis assergayly answered :
tion that the tomb he mentioned was, “ Ob, yes; we travellers are but too and had been for ages, fast sealed, and happy in finding audience for our ad- that, from its situation and certain ventures, you know; and this one in a characters wrought upon the stone manner belongs with the necklace. I closing its door, he had no doubt it wintered upon the Nile last year, partly, contained the remains of some person no doubt, for my own pleasure, but of consequence. Beyond this he knew partly, as I hope you will not refuse to nothing and professed nothing, and believe, Miss Harleigh, in the hope of stipulated that, in all events, he was to fulfilling your commission more certain- receive a certain sum for admitting me ly than a mere passing visitor could to the tomb, let the results be what have done; for a new mummy is not to they might. Should they prove conbe met with every day, even upon the siderable, of course the reward was to Nile; and I promised, you will remem- be augmented. ber, to take the ornament you were so “Rather impressed, after all, with the kind as to ask for, directly from the fellow's apparent honesty, I acceded to person of its original possessor. My his terms, and that night, accompanied inquiries, bribes, false hopes, and op- only by my two servants, I met him portunities of allowing myself to be just outside the village, and followed to cheated in the neatest possible manner, the catacombs perforating like the cells were unlimited; so also was my pa- of a honey-comb the sandstone cliff's tience and my faith in its final reward. behind the town. The scene was wild That faith was justified upon the day enough, and more picturesque than you when my dragoman mysteriously intro- get even in the new Park, ladies; and, duced into the cabin of the Sphynx a were I an artist either in words or rascally-looking Arab calling himself colors, I would give it you with all the Sheikh of El Kab, the village off which accessories of swarthy Arabs in snowwe lay, and who offered for a compen- white drapery and turbans, flashing sation to conduct the illustrious lord, torches, gloomy subterranean passages, of whom he had heard as desirous of sculptured walls, and paintings yet opening a new tomb, to the door of one glowing with all the richness of the discovered only a few days previously original color. Sparing this, however,
I will merely say that the old Sheikh knife, and turning it back like the proved himself a man of his word, and covers of a box. Within lay a slight, even 'builded better than he knew;' elegant figure, very dark in color, as for the tomb whose door he had dis- mummies nearly always are, but retaincovered hidden behind the pile of bones ing sufficient beauty of outline, both in and dust half-filling an outer tomb, face and form, to prove to my mind rifled ages ago, had never been opened that a rare loveliness of the days gone to all appearance, since it was first by lay before me, neither preserved nor sealed up, perhaps three thousand years quite destroyed; and in my heart I
wished that the too careful love that “ Three thousand years ! ” softly ex- had laid it here had rather given that claimed Juliette Randolph, opening her beautiful form to Nature, who would in great blue eyes. “ Has the world lasted those three thousand years have promore than three thousand years, Mr. duced and reproduced from that germ, Vance ?"
flowers enough to beautify the whole Miss Harleigh's downcast eyes glitter- earth. ed impatient scorn; but Vance smiled “ But Miss Randolph's eyes are exwith the indulgence rarely refused by claiming, “The story! the story !' and men to a pretty woman's ignorance, I return, contritely. This mummy, I while he replied,
had expected, would be richly decorated “For perhaps four times three thou with amulets and ornaments, for such sand years, Miss Randolph, woman's was the rule in the interment of women beauty and man's devotion have en- of the higher class among the Egypacted upon this earth of ours the same tians; but, to my surprise, there was old-new story that makes it to-day so absolutely no ornament about it, with beautiful and fresh, to fresh and beau- the exception of the necklace you now
hold, and a small square box or reliA little quivering smile emphasized quary of gold suspended from it, and the look not yet died out of Miss Har- containing a bit of parchment inscribed leigh's haughty eyes ; but Juliette, with a brief hieroglyphic sentence. blushing like a rose, lifted her innocent Carefully removing these, I folded the gaze to meet the meaning Vance rather cerements once more about the silent looked than spoke, and then she said, figure, replaced the cover of the sar“ But the story, Mr. Vance.”
cophagus, and left my Pharaonic prin“Yes, the story. We penetrated the cess to resume the slumber so rudely tomb at last, although not without disturbed. Let us hope that no evil much difficulty and hard work, for the dream connected with her lost necklace cement was like stone, and the stone has marred her rest." like-well, like stone itself. At last, Vance ended smilingly; and Marion, however, we stood within the little who had listened with the utmost inchamber beside the single sarcophagus tentness, although never raising her it contained. At the head lay, upon a eyes, suddenly looked at him, demandsculptured pedestal, a lamp burned dry, ing, but with the wick still clinging to the “And what was written on the slip lip, and, at the foot, an exquisite vase of parchment, Mr. Vance ?" of alabaster, three feet high.
“ Hieroglyphics." “ We lost no time, for the adventure "But they can be read by modern was not without its peril had we been science," replied Marion, a little impadiscovered by the Turkish authorities tiently. in opening the sarcophagus, and in re- “Yes; and the parchment, with an moving the innumerable folds of mum- impression from the clasp of the neckmy-cloth swathing the occupant by the lace, is now in the hands of the man expeditious means of slitting i he whole best qualified to decipher them, of all series from neck to heel with a sharp our cryptic scholars. I left them with