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very foolish to you but if you only knew with this idea, strengthened by his pashow a poor recluse sighs to utter the sion and the emotions Juana inspired thoughts which oppress her. When I him, he was caressing and honeyed in his am alone I converse with these flowers tones. He embarked the girl's fancy in and these clusters of tapestry, and it ap- all the projects of a new existence, paintpears to me that they understand me ed the world in the most seducing better than my grave and serious father colours, discoursed with her upon those and mother."

household details which are so pleasing "Juana !” cried Montefiore, inter- to young girls, and entering into those rupting her, while he seized both her agreements which give a consistency and hands, and kissed them with a transport a reality to love. Then having fixed the which flashed in his eyes, was read in his hour for their next night's interview, he gestures, and heard in his accents, left Juana happy but changed. The “speak to me as to a husband, as to pure and holy Juana no longer existed. your other self; I have suffered all that In the last glance she threw upon him, you have suffered; there is no need of in her graceful movement to bend her many words for us to understand the brow to her lover's lips, there was already past, but no language can ever express more of passion than it is permitted to the happiness in store for us. Place your girls to avow. Her solitude, her wearihand upon my heart-feel how it beats. someness, and her work, which were all Let us promise before heaven, that sees contrary to her disposition and temper, and hears us, to be true to each other all had brought this about. To have kept our life. Come, take this ring-give me her prudent and virtuous she should have yours."

been habituated by degrees to the world, “Give you my ring !" she cried with or have been concealed entirely from it. alarm ;“ but it came from our holy father “ To-morrow will seem very long to at Rome, and was placed on my finger, me,' said she, receiving on her forehead in my infancy, by a very grand and beau. a kiss, which was still chaste. “ But do, tiful lady who brought me up, put me I beg you, stay as long as you can in the in this house, and told me always to keep hall, and talk loud, that I may hear your it.”

voice—for it fills my heart." “ Juana, do you not love me, then ?"

“Oh!" she said " take it. If you Three nights afterward, Montefiore, have it, it is the same thing."

instead of retiring to his own apartment, She held the ring out tremblingly, entered into Juana's in order to take and pressed it between her fingers, while leave of her for a few days, under preshe looked at him with a clear and pierc- tence of an order of departure which he ing gaze. For this ring was herself, and said he had received from Maréchal in surrendering it, she gave herself with Suchet, who then commanded in Tarra

gona. “Oh, my Juana," said Montefiore, Juana, like a true Spaniard and Italian, clasping her in his arms, “he must be with the blood and passion of both in a monster who would deceive you her veins and heart, was transported by I must love you to eternity

his boldness, which was imputed to the Juana was absorbed in reverie. fervency of his love. Montefiore thought within himself To realise the stolen pleasures of that, in this first interview, it would be illicit indulgence in the pure and innohazardous to attempt anything which cent joys of wedlock; to hide her own might injure so young and pure a creature, husband behind her own bed-curtains ; whose imprudence arose from her virtue to deceive her adopted father and and innocence. He trusted to his fea- mother, and in the event of being tures, to his beauty, whose influence he discovered, proudly to say to them,"I well knew, and to the simple marriage of am the marchioness of Montefiore !" the ring, the most magnificent of unions, this was a real excitement for a young the slightest and yet the most binding and romantic girl, who for three years of ceremonies, the wedding of the heart. had dreamed of nothing but love, and He knew that Juana's vivid imagination love environed with perils. . would be his best auxiliary during the The tapestried door fell back upon rest of the night, and through the next them, and its curtain was a veil to their day. Therefore, he restrained himself to happiness and enjoyment. be as respectful as he was tender, and

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It was about nine o'clock, and the “Oh heaven! crush me now with thy merchant and his wife recited their even- wrath, at this moment, if it so pleases ing prayers; when, suddenly, the sound of thee,” cried Marana, falling quite exa carriage drawn by several horses dis- hausted and lifeless in an arm chair. turbed the quiet street; hurried knocks The high colour, excited by her anxiety, were heard at the shop-door, and the suddenly departed from her cheeks. She servant flew to open it.

had strength to support her sufferings, In two bounds, rather than steps, a but she sunk under the excess of joy. woman rushed into the old hall, magnifi. “Yet," she inquired,“ how can it be? cently attired, although she had alighted Was not Tarragona taken by storm ?" from a travelling carriage all covered “Undoubtedly," replied Perez. “But with the mud of a thousand roads. She when you see me alive, methinks the had traversed Italy, France, and Spain. question is needless. Must they not It was Marana! that Marana, who, in have killed me to reach Juana ?” spite of her six-and-thirty years, and At this answer, the courtesan seized her dissolute life, was still in all the Perez's rough hand, and kissed it, while splendour of that belta folyorante-(that she dashed away the tears which rushed lightning flash of beauty-the superb to her eyes. compliment created for her by her pas. “ Kind Perez,” she said at length. sionate Milanese adorers)—that Marana, “But have you had no soldiers quartered who, although she was the avowed mis on you ?". tress of a king, had quitted Naples, its "Only one," answered the Spaniard, feasts, and its skies, at the very apogee "and luckily he is one of the most of her existence of gold, of sonnets, of honourable of men, formerly in the perfumes, and of silk, the same instant Spanish service, an Italian, who detests she heard from her royal lover the Bonaparte as he does the demon ; he is events in Spain, and the siege of Tar- married, and scarcely notices anything. ragona.

He rises very late, and retires early. At " To Tarragona ; I must be in Tarra- present he is in bad health." gona before its capture ; I will be in An Italian. What is his name?" Tarragona in ten days !"

“ The Captain Montefiore " And without another thought of a “Then it cannot be the Marquis of court, or a crown, she had arrived in Montefiore ?". Tarragona, furthered in her rapid course " The same, senora." by that which is like an imperial fireman, “Has he seen Juana ?” gold, by whose influence she dashed "No," answered Donna Lagounia. through the French empire, with the “You are mistaken, wife,” interrupted velocity and brilliancy of a musket flash. Perez. “ The marquis only caught a There is neither time nor space to a glimpse of her for an instant, it is true; mother; she forebodes everything; and but he must certainly have seen her on has her mind's eye fixed upon her child that evening when she entered while we though poles intervene.

were at supper." “My child! my child 1” shrieked “Ah! then I must see my daughter Marana.

this minute." At that voice, that hurried entrance, “Nothing easier,” said Perez. “She and the sight of that small-footed queen is now asleep. But if she has locked of beauty, the prayer-book fell from the the door, we shall have to wake her." hands of Perez and his wife ; for her In rising to get his pass-key, the voice sounded like thunder, and her merchant's eyes were raised fortuitously eyes gleamed with the flashes of lightning to the lofty window. There, in the

“She is there," the merchant calmly circle of light thrown upon the black replied, after a pause, during which he wall of the inner court, from the oval recovered from the emotion which the window of Juana's closet, he perceived hurried arrival, the eager look, and voice the outline of a groupe, which until the of Marana had caused him. “She is graceful Canova's days no sculptor had there," he repeated, pointing to her ever conceived. The Spaniard turned little closet.

round, and said to Marana, “ I know “Yes--but has she not been sick?- not where this key has been put." has she been— "

“But you are very pale,” she re“Entirely well,” interposed Donna marked. Lagounia.

“You shall know why,” he screamed, seizing his poniard, striking violently on honour was in question, he determined Juana's door, and calling, “ Juana, open, to assist in revenging the deceived mother. open!"

Juana, lightly clothed, with the light His tone expressed the very extremity in her hand beaming softly on her white of despair, and froze up the hearts of the dress, stood calm and serene in the midtwo women. But Juana did not open, dle of the room, and asked, “what was because it took her some time to conceal wanted with her.” Montefiore. She knew nothing of what Marana could not suppress a slight was going on in the hall, the double door shudder; “ Perez,' she inquired, “ is curtains deadening the sounds.

there any other door to this closet ?" “Madame, I lied, when I said I knew Perez shook his head negatively. not where the key was. Here it is," She then stepped forward into the said he, taking it from a drawer. “But room—“Juana, I am your mother, and it is useless. Juana's key is in the lock, your judge, and you have placed yourand her door is fastened. Wife, we are self in the only situation in which I can deceived," said he turning to her. disclose myself to you. You have de“There is a man in Juana's room." scended to me, when I wished to elevate

“By my hopes of salvation, it cannot you to heaven-and oh ! how deep you be!" said she.

have fallen! You have a lover with “Swear not at all, Donna Lagou. you?" nia. Our honour is gone, and this wo. “Madame, no one should, or can, be man— ." He pointed to Marana, who found here but my husband," she anhad risen, but stood motionless, para. swered firmly. “I am the Marchioness lysed by the words he had uttered. of Montefiore.'' “This woman has a right to despise us. Marana trembled. She saved our life, and redeemed our “ Then there are two of you," said fortune and our reputation, and all we Perez, in his stern tone. “He told me have done is to take care of her money! he was already married.". Open immediately, Juana, or I will break “Montefiore, my heart's treasure !" down the door !"

cried the young girl, tearing away the And his voice, increasing in violence, curtains, and showing the officer—"come, resounded from cellar to garret ; but he these people are dishonouring you !" was composed, resolute, and stern. He The Italian was pale and spiritless ; knew that he held the life of Montefiore he saw the dagger in Marana's hand; in his hands, and had made up his mind and this was not the first time he had to wash away his sorrow and remorse met her. With one bound he darted with every drop of the Italian's blood. through the door, and shouted with a

“Begone, depart, leave me alone voice of thunder—" To the rescue! to here !" exclaimed Marana, leaping with the rescue! they are murdering a French. the elasticity of a tiger upon Perez, and man. Soldiers of the sixth of the line, wrenching the dagger from his hands. bring Captain Diard here, to the rescue “ Perez, leave me," resumed she with of his friend !” tranquillity, “ you, your wife, your ap- Perez had seized the marquis, and had prentice, and your servant. There will thrust his large hand into his mouth as be a murder here, and you might all be a gag, when the courtesan stopped him, shot by the French. Have nothing to and said : “Hold him fast, but let him do with this business ; it concerns me scream. Now open all the doors, fling only. Between my daughter and myself them wide open, and then get you all there is only heaven ; but this man gone, I repeat. As for you," she said, belongs to me, and nothing on earth turning to Montefiore, " shout and call shall save him from my hands. Go, go for assistance ... but the instant I all of ye; I pardon you all. I see that hear the soldiers' footsteps, I plunge this this girl is a Marana. You, your reli- blade in your heart. Are you married ?" gion, your probity, and your honour Montefiore, who had fallen on the were powerless to contend against my threshold of the door, two paces from blood that is in her.”

Juana, heard nothing, and saw nothing The door was flung open; and, at the but the dagger, whose bright rays seemed sight of her daughter, Marana forgot to blind him. everything. Perez, making a sign to his “He would have deceived me, then," wife, stood at his post. Like an old said Juana, slowly and sadly." He Spaniard, implacable when the point of swore to me he was free."

“ He admitted to me that he was I swear it, by heaven, by my mother, married," said Perez, in his grave voice. by all that's holy in earth and sky! Í

“Holy Virgin!” interposed Donna am singleI will marry her-on my Lagounia.

word of honour !" shrieked the strug“Will you answer, soul of clay?" gling wretch, biting the courtesan's arm, said Marana, stooping, and whispering and striving to extricate himself from into the marquis's ear.

her grasp. Is she your daughter ?” inquired “Kill him, mother," said JuanaMontefiore.

“ kill him out of my sight. He is too " The daughter I had is already dead, cowardly and base ; and I will not have or at the point of death,' answered Ma- him for a husband, were he ten times as rana. "I have no longer a daughter, handsome." and do not repeat that word again. Tell “Ah! I have recovered my daughter!" me, are you a married man?.

exclaimed the mother. “No, madame," replied Montefiore, “What is going on here?" inquired wishing to gain time. “I can marry the quartermaster, as he entered. your daughter."

"They want to assassinate me on ac“My noble Montefiore !” said Juana, count of this girl, who pretends that I clapping her hands in transport. am her lover. She led me into a trap,

“Then why did you attempt to es- and now they want to make me marry cape, and call for assistance?” demanded against my will." the Spaniard.

“ And can you decline ?” said Diard, Juana said nothing, but she wrung struck by the sublimity of Juana's her hands, and flung herself into her arm beauty, enhanced by the indignation, chair.

scorn, and hatred which inspired her. At this moment a noise was heard in “Really, you are very difficult to please! the street, easily discernible through the If she wants a husband she need not go profound silence that prevailed in the far-I am here! But, pray put up your hall.

weapons, good people !" A soldier of the sixth regiment of the Marana took the Italian by the collar, line, crossing the street, by chance, when lifted him up, and whispered to him, 'Montefiore called for assistance, ran and “If I forgive you, you may thank informed Diard of the circumstance. your last words. But remember, if you The quartermaster, who, luckily for him- ever slander my daughter, we shall meet self, as it afterwards turned out, had again. What is her present fortune?" returned home, immediately hastened to demanded she of Perez. Perez's, attended by a few friends.

“ She has two hundred thousand " Why did I try to escape ?" repeated dollars, madame," answered he. Montefiore, hearing his friend's voice. " That shall not be all, sir," added " I have told you the truth! Diard ! she, addressing herself to Diard. “Pray, Diard !” he shouted at the utmost sir, who and what are you? You may stretch of his voice.

retire, sir,” she said, turning contempBut at a sign from his master, who tuously to the marquis, who, when he was resolved that the marquis should heard the money mentioned, came fornot escape, the apprentice shut the door, ward, saying, “ I really am single " and the soldiers were some time in But a withering glance from Juana forcing it open. Before they made their checked him, and he withdrew. appearance, Marana struck at the guilty Alas ! sir,” said the young girl to Italian with her poniard ; but her rage Diard, “I thank you, and admire your and agitation prevented her taking an generosity. But my spouse is in heaven, exact aim, and the blade glanced off it is the Saviour of us all. To-morrow from Montefiore's epaulette. Still she I shall enter the convent of " had given so much strength to the blow, “Juana, my Juana, be silent,"' cried that he fell at Juana's feet.

her mother, imploringly, and pressing Marana leaped upon hlm; and, not her to her bosom. “Who are you, sir?" to fail in her second attempt, she held she again inquired of the Provençal. him by the throat, kept him down with “At present,” said he, “I am only a vigorous arm, held the dagger to his a quartermaster in the sixth regiment heart as if to measure the distance, and of the line. But, for such a woman, I then raised it aloft to strike.

feel the heart to become a maréchal of " I am free, and I will marry her ! France. My name is Pierre-François

Diard. My father was provost of the same principle that some hate others for merchants of Thoulouse ; so you see I virtues which they do not themselves am not

possess. Thou art the worst of tyrants ! "Ah, you are an honest man, and Thine assumptions are intolerable! Thou that's enough," interrupted Marana. measurest a man's morals—thou formest "If you can make yourself agreeable to the standard of his intellect. the Signora Juana de Manchini, you Dear money, former of friendships, may both be happy."

giver of confidence, how like a dear de"Juana,” continued she, in a serious parted friend do I mourn thy memory! tone, “ you will become the wife of this How do I pass in review the joyous brave and worthy man, and the greatest moments I have held with thee! Did my happiness I can wish you is, that we tongue stammer when I would have may never see each other again,” and poured out my soul before some fair her tears flowed abundantly. “ Poor goddess of my idolatry? a thought of child-you might have been happy in thee lent eloquence to my lips! Did your cell-more than you think. Let youthful follies threaten me with retri. it be your business that she has never butive justice ? thy music could soften cause to regret it,” concluded she, as the rage of watchmen, and turn their she bowed to her future son-in-law, and clubs accursed into wands of protection. quitted the apartment.

Alas! alas! our connexion is ended. Thou hast made unto thyself wings, and flown away. This empty purse, and

this tattered wallet, both of which have RUTH.

been, by thy presence, distended like

aldermen, are now sad mementoes that A MELLOW light is streaming through I am alone! They are now like unto The gothic arch of green,

some poor consumptive wretch, thin, The leaves are hung with stars of dew, spare, and attenuated. That gem the sylvan scene;

* And now, without thee, do I wander The red-bird in his woodland nest abroad on the earth, like a shadow of my Repeats his song of praise,

former greatness! I am alone! I have But I am wandering, all unblest, felt the true solitude of crowds ! Do I, And dream of other days.

attracted by nasal influences, incline my

lank frame to ordinaries or eating houses, The voice that shamed the red-bird's note, and, with abundant modesty, ask for The music of the morn,

diminutive plates of provender, the waiter Whose early anthem used to float passeth his impudent eyes over my seedy Among the tasselled corn;

coat, and asketh for thee, my absent The voice-a melody to all

friend. In vain do I put on the look of Which breathed the words of truth

insulted dignity. The creature is inexIs hushed beneath the silent pall orable. Do I pluck up assurance, and That hides the form of Ruth.

enter the shop of a tailor, with a bold

order for new apparel, Mr. Snip informs The woodland brook that murmurs by, me with an emphasis, that such “is the Sings sweetly as of yore;

lowest cash price," and that “we never But she who watched, with dancing eye, do business on credit." What then ? Its ripples, is no more ;

Why I put on a forced air of hesitation, And dark and gloomy spread around and say, “ Mr. Snip, I will look further, The scenes I loved in youth,

for I think I can obtain the articles For they have laid in holy ground cheaper.” Then I leave the shop with My lost, my lovely Ruth.

glances disconsolate on my garments, and hie me to my garret to rub them up, under the rain hope that my outward

man may be somewhat altered in appear. MONEY.

ance. Alas! former rubbings and brushBY A POOR WRETCH WITHOUT A PENNY. ings have rendered this impossible.

Money! Cheering sound! Men Oh, root of all evil! Whether thou toil, fight, bleed, cheat, die for thee! comest in the shape of a sovereign or Thou subtile thing, what potency is in bank-note, still art thou an unmitigated thy name! How shall I bring my nuisance. I hate thee, money, on the thoughts to order while I write about

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