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CONTAINING SIX HUNDRED BEAUTIFUL DESIGNS OF THE MOST PASHIONABLE COSTUMES,
PUBLISHED BY I. T. PAYNE, 45, KING STREET, SOHO.
A Tale of Truth ..
Phil Mac Hoole
Physiognomist • .
- from the Spanish
THE BEAU MONDE
Monthly Journal of Fashion.
London, May 1, 1833.
1-0 I may see heaven, thinking no ill. At length the (A Tale of the Heart).
autumn came, and brought with it new delights-delights! It brought with it that which blighted my
heart for ever. One warm and sunny August evening, We have been told of men who have died broken Agnes had wandered out to sketch, leaving me reading hearted—it is a fable-did the sickness of the heart to my mother. In about an hour I followed her, kill, I should long since have been numbered with the though for some time in vain. I went to the waterfall dead.
and through the woods, but still in vain; I was beHow distinctly present to me is that evening when coming rather anxious, when passing a little summermy friend-my kind, my only friend-left the hand of house, in the deep bosom of a cluster of beech trees, I her whom he loved even beyond the love with which discovered the object of my search. Fatigued with the he regarded me, in mine! He was summoned by that heat, she had sought this shelter, and fell asleep. Her voice of duty, whose words he never failed to obey, to pencils were scattered beside her, mingled with the wild a scene which claimed all the sympathies of his noble flowers she had gathered in her walk. Her long dark heart. His vast estates in the West Indies required the ringlets were gently waving in the warm evening breeze eye of a master to correct the terrible abuses which which seemed to raise upon her cheek its softest and prevailed there; and Reginald, without hesitation, re loveliest suffusion. Some gentle thoughts were stirring solved to make the sacrifice of a year's absence from in her dreams; for as I stood gazing upon her, she the two beings whom he most prized upon earth. His
smiled. From that very moment my whole being was marriage was deferred till his return, for he was un- | changed. Unknowing what I did, I bent down, as one willing tɔ expose his young and beautiful bride to the worshipping, and kissed the parted lips before me. fervid sun of the West Indian Islands. It was indeed She still slept ; but not so my feelings; they were a sore and bitter trial, for he left her lonely and almost awakened, never more to know rest. As I knelt before companionless. All her lovely sisters had one by one, her, I felt for an instant, exalted beyond my human drooped and died ; and I, her distant cousin, was her nature, and in the next moment I knew that hope and nearest living relative. To my care-I might almost happiness had passed for ever from my heart. My say to my bosom-for as we parted, he led her to my doom was fixed-my race was run--my light was arms, did Reginald commend his treasure. How little extinguished. did he think that the blessing he then pronounced over But what was the course which honour and virtue, us, was so soon to be changed into a curse. He went, and friendship bade me pursue ? In the solitude of that and I carried Agnes to my mother's house; there, in the whole night, I meditated on the subject, and before ancient woods and the pleasant prospects that sur the rising sun, I took, on my trembling knees before rounded it, I trusted that the long and tedious year of God, an oath, which by God's grace, I was enabled to Reginald's absence, to the termination of which, both keep sacred. I swore to bury for ever in my bosom, Agnes and myself looked with impatience, might be the feelings which the last evening had awakened, and not unprofitably spent. I vow to heaven, that at that
still to be the true and faithful friend of him who had time, my heart was as pure as her's whom I led there! trusted every thing to my honour. I knew and felt,
“ The Hallows,” which had been an old hunting lodge, when I took this resolution, that my heart must be was very remote from any populous neighbourhood, | crushed in the performance of it, yet still I resolved. but in this Agnes rejoiced. She said that the society It was, indeed, a difficult and dangerous part to act; of my mother and myself would be delightful to her, but if my life had been required of me for its performand she wished for no other. But what solitude would ance, I would have freely given it! not have been brightened by such a presence. All the I should in vain attempt to describe the feelings light and captivating accomplishments, which women which seemed to be consuming me, during the remainalone possess, were united with her, in the highest cul. der of the year, which I passed with Agnes. By efforts tivation of intellect. Books and delicious music, and which now appear to be almost supernatural, I became painting from nature's own scenes of loveliness, and at once a most accomplished actor,-I might almost conversation, in which innocence, intelligence, and say hypocrite. I was gay and cheerful as usual; I happiness were even speakers, filled up the hours of the went through the same round of occupations; I walked; first happy days which we spent in this retreat. For I read; I sketched; I sang with Agnes as gaily as upwards of three months, buried in this delicious soli. before, and no one, not even she, for a moment sus. tude, I was utterly regardless and unaware of the pro pected the hollowness of all this. It has always been gress of my own feelings. During this period Agnes an inexplicable mystery to me, that my health did not and I were never, from morning to night-fall, at any desert me during this fierce conflict, but no symptom of one time, two hours asunder. In the spring meads, the kind appeared. I had hoped that the semblance of and in the summer woods, we wandered arm-in-arm : indifference, might in time produce something of