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where the geranium and jasmine perfumed the somehow or other, and he could have blamed air, and the sweet tropical moon smiled down himself for the folly : he felt that the influence of upon their love, and nought brake the charmed the wonderful actress at his theatre was stealing stillness save her loved one's voice, and the a march on his heart. He tried to reason himplashiog of the quiet waves as they lapped the self out of his folly, to persuade himself that it shores; while ever and anon the evening chant was merely a pardonable interest that he took in of the fishermen-“Ave, Maria Santissima"- the lonely woman's welfare. But it was all in was borne over the waters. And yet another vain; as well may mortal man essay to lure Scene : She stands by her fatber's dying bed; back Fortune, when she has once taken flight, disease bas scarcely left the poor broken- as resist the pleadings of that young Love, who bearted old man any voice, hut he musters up knocks, ah! so gently, at the door of the heart; the remnant to curse his child.
and Lawrence Hilton found that the pity he "O fatber, forgive me!-- per l'amore di Dios had first entertained was fast turning into that -have mercy upon me! I have sinned; but I warmer affection to which it is so nigh akin am sufficiently punished.”
that he was beginning to get into that state in “Nathalie”-and the tones are feeble and which a man looks eagerly forward to the next broken—"Nathalie, you have broken my heart! meeting, and sighs when the meeting is over, you have brought down iny hairs with sorrow i "Ab! would that it would longer last !" He to the grave! Care and sorrow shall be your could not help acknowledging to himself that he portion till you die- till you die."
had taken an interest in this woman's career, The old man sinks back dead, and the erring that he had run more imminent risk to serve deceived daughter is left all alone in the home her; (for it was just a chance, the mere turn of a of ber fathers.
die, that she proved a success and took LonSlowly as these scenes died away Nathalie don by storm; she might have ruined his fame raised her head to find herself once more in the for ever, and that in one night). And he could land of the stranger, in the hired room, with all not deny that, when this woman's dark, dreamy the cold, unsympathetic details of utter strange- eyes were bent upon him, a thrill of delicious Dess staring her in the face. The voice of the feeling ran through his every nerve ; that when faithful William broke upon her ear.
he spoke in answer to her commonest question "Nothing more to-night, thank you," said his voice trembled and sank. But then he she; and the deluded youth went down-stairs reasoned with himself, The end of all honouragain, to muse over the instability and vanity able love is marriage; and how could he justify of human wishes, as he smoked his pipe out. his conduct if he married this stranger and took
I daresay my poor young friend got wiser in her to his home? might he not have reason to time, and directed his attentions where there was curse his folly for ever after? It was the same a better chance of their being received ; at least, | old argument after all-Inclination versus Duty. I know that the daughter of William's senior “ Conscience, you counsel well; Fiend, you clerk, Araminta, might be seen hanging on the counsel well;" and it fares hard in matters like arm of a young man very like William, at the this, that Inclination does not get the best of it, places of public resort, and that very shortly after, and drive Duty from the field, with flying the senior clerk's consent to the nuptials made colours. And thus it was with Lawrence Hilton, William the happiest and most important of after much inward cogitation and many a sleep. men. And here he and his father and mother | less night, determined that he would rest in may vanish from the scene, for your novelist is suspense no longer, but ask Caroline Brabazon an arbitrary master, and banishes from his to be his wife, and assist him in the managewritings all such persons as he has no further ment of the “ Thespian," It puzzled him still, need of, in the most summary way. And surely though, how he was to manage with his sisters;
for well he knew that not the faintest suspicion "If these shadows have offended,
of his meaning had ever entered their simple Think but this, and all is mended.”
heads. They had often chaffed him, it is true,
about his not getting married, and had deThink but that the writer's pen has slumbered. clared that “No woman on earth is good " Aliquando bonus dormitat Homerus," you enough for you, Larry;" but they, nevertheless, know; and so,
did not imagine that their dear brother would
live always single, and had learnt to expect the “Gentles, do not reprehend:
advent of a wife with exemplary patience. But If you pardon, we will mend."
if a thunderbolt had fallen in their midst they
could not have been more astonished when A much more serious love affair than either the Lawrence announced at dinner that he had deinfatuated clerk's or the weak young viscount's termined on asking the new actress to be his was that of Lawrence Hilton, the manager, wife. “Of course I have thought all about it," whose heart no earthly woman was supposed he went on, “and I don't hesitate to say that I capable of touching, and who had hitherto pur- believe this woman as good as gold. Trouble sued his path untroubled by the stings of and sorrow she may have seen, but that makes Cupid's arrows, and his fancy disturbed by no her none the worse.” thoughts of the “impossible she.” But a “Exactly,” said Hetty: “but the next ques change was coming over the spirit of his dream, I tion, Larry, is, Will she have you ?"
“Ay! there's the rub," laughed their brother. | all human passions, and to say · Peace, be still, « Well, I can but try : 'Nothing venture, no- to the storm of human feeling. I feel, in a thing win,' you know, and I am not a bad idea night like this, as if I might be happy again." of a husband, if money and a decent home can She sighed deeply, and Hilton got more make one."
deeply in love every moment. “Dear Larry, you know best," they said ; “But why are you so miserable, when you “all we can pray is, that God may bless you and have everything at your feet, the town madly make your marriage a happy one for both of fond of your acting, and fortune ready to wait
upon you?” And there the matter dropped for the nonce, “You cannot understand, Mr. Hilton, what and Hilton cast about for an opportunity of de- it is to suffer as I have. To me, all this success, claring his love. The time soon came. Every all this praise brings no real happiness. It is Sunday, as I have said before, Nathalie dined at but the excitement that I crave-something to Lawrence Hilton's house, at Bayswater: some make me forget myself.” times the only stranger at the table, sometimes “It would be presumptuous in me to ask, I with other guests of theatrical or literary ce- suppose," said Hilton gently, “what this sorlebrity-sometimes a prima donna, sometimes row is; but you may rest assured that I pity the editor of a well-known paper, and some- ' you from my heart; nay, more than pity you; times a right-reverend divine; for the fame of 1- Well, I suppose the whole truth must come these Sunday dinners had spread far and wide out- I love you, fondly, and have loved you for amongst that numerous class of diners-out, a very long time! It is for you to choose, dear “who take no heed for the morrow what they one, whether you will make me happy or not. shall eat," in real earnest, for they always have a | I have a home, a comfortable home, which you dinner ready for them a week beforehand, and may share if you will; and I have never talked need not moil or toil for the wherewithal to sus- to'living woman before as I talk to you now, I tain their life, or for drink that maketh glad offer you all the love of which my stern nature the heart of man. Hilton, on the “better | is capable. I am no boy, to waste time in long the day the better the deed” principle, rhapsodies; but my love is none the less warm had selected a Sunday for the proposal; and for that. Tell me, shall it be so ?" after dinner the sisters had made a pretence of He waited for his answer quietly, calmly; and going from the room awhile, that they might he had not long to wait. There was a tearful leave a clear field for their brother. The old tremble in Nathalie's voice, as she replied: man slept fast in his favourite chair, and so it “Mr. Hilton, it cannot be. God knows how fell that Lawrence Hilton and the woman he much I value your kindness and thought of me; loved were alone. She had been playing one of but I must tell you that it must not be! In the Mozart's sonatas to them, ere the two sisters first place, when you hear the story of my had left, and the tender regretful melody still life, you will say with me that I am not filled the room, like delicate perfume, and free to marry-that I am not worthy of such a played changes on the ear of the listener. noble heart as yours; and, in the second, I dare
• Will you come out on the balcony with me, not bring misery and woe, as I am fated to, on Madame "Brabazon?" said Hilton, at length ; a happy home like yours. Pity me, Lawrence " and of your charity allow me to smoke my Hilton, pity me! but for heaven's sake crush cigar.”
all feeling of love for me out of your heart! I Nathalie assented, wondering a little what am not worthy your regard.” was to follow-probably some theatrical matter, Hilton was no boy, as he said, to go off into she thought. It was a night calculated to make a fit of raving at his disappointment. He bore the most matter-of-fact man somewhat senti- the blow like a man, though his fine face quimental and inclined to making rhymes : it was vered for a moment, like the face of a man who a night in which it would be impossible for two has gotten a death-wound. He did love this people of strong passions and poetic feeling, woman dearly, and it was very hard to give her like Lawrence and Nathalie, to remain long up. without becoming confidential: it was such a *«Now, Lawrence Hilton, light another cigar, night as forms the lovely conclusion to a noble and I will tell you the story of my life : whether play, in which the Italian lovers, Lorenzo and I am 'inore sinned against than sinning' is for Jessica, linger out in the open air, under the you to judge.” deep blue sky, and cap verses. “In such a And there, in the silence of the beautiful night did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, night, under the pale moon, Nathalie related the and with an untbrift love did run from Venice whole of her life of misery to the manager, conas far as Belmont.” Night sat brooding in cealing nothing, not even Grantley's name; and dark majesty over the distant city, whose as the story of her wrongs proceeded, Lawrence myriad lamps sparkled like stars amid the | Hilton's face grew set as stone, and what gloom; and the yellow harvest-moon looked sounded very much like a curse was wrung down upon all the misery and want, the splen- from bis lips. dour and the gaiety of the modern Babylon. "Ah! no wonder you acted the Wife's
“Does not a night like this exercise a grand | Trials' so well. It was your own story, after influence over one?" said Nathalie, as she all. Pardon me for interrupting you!" leaned against the balcony. “It seems to rebuke! At last the dismal recitation was finished, and
Nathalie waited like a criminal for the manager's | Alas! alas! I fain wonld comfort borrow reply.
From any ray of hope which lights the gloom : "I would say that it makes not the slightest | The heart has omens, and mine are of sorrow : difference to me, Nathalie, that you have been
What near and nearer looms ? What is to come ? deceived by a villain : it increases my pity and love for you tenfold. Oh, Nathalie, reconsider your determination! I will be a true and leal husband to you, and think better of this dreadful idea of revenge! Vengeance is mine: I will repay, saith the Lord.'”
TRYING AND FAILING. For an instant the woman's better nature almost overcame her. The trial was a sore one.
BY MRS. ABDY. On one side was peace and happiness, a loving husband, and a quiet home. On the other lay | Why is your voice so faint and low? why is your the dark, uncertain future, with no star save the
cheek so palc? baleful light of revenge to guide her on the way. Why tell me that you fear to try, because you fear to And then, supposing that her vengeance was fail ? fully satisfied, supposing that Grantley and his List to my parting words, dear friend, and oft those wife, and all her foes, might be humbled to the dust, what was there beyond-a shameful, lonely “'Tis better far to try and fail, than not to try at all !" death, without a friend to smooth her pillow or sbrive the parting soul! But her plan with Say, who would dwell supiucly on the drear and barDella Croce-ah ! there lay the incentive. No, ren plain, she must not yield thus tamely her revenge, and Nor strive the breczy summit of the pleasant hills to allow Grantley undisturbed bappiness. Her h gain? mind was made up. Soothingly she placed her Swect birds shall cheer their upward path, sweet hand on Lawrence Hilton's shoulder.
flowers enchant their sight, "My noble benefactor ! I have thought of it: Even though perchance they strive in vain to reach it may not be- not that I do not like you, If the topmost height. there were any love remaining in my wretched bosom, that surely would be yours : but, as to Just so regard the steepy hills of Science and of Art ; marrying you, it cannot be, believe me. I shall | Attempt to reach the summit with unwearied head be happy, so happy! to hear that you have been and heart. married to some fair girl, who can appreciate Should others pass you on your road, as oft, indeed, you, and make your life happy. As for me, I
they may, will never forget your kindness; and, when I
iDroop not, but count the treasures you have gathered dare pray, you will be the object of that
on your way. prayer !" In her simple southern way she took Hilton's hand in hers, and covered it with The lore of many a distant clime, and many a bygone kisses, breathing out Italian words of endear. age; ment, as was her manner when excited. “Try
| The numbers of the poct, and the wisdom of the sage and forget that such a wretched being ever
Secrets of carth, and sea, and sky, to common minds crossed your path !"
unknownHilton finished his cigar, and sent the stump |
Thesc you have culled with patient care, and these are hissing down into the shrubbery.
all your own. “Away goes my hope into darkness, like that bit of weed! And now I think we will go in These shall be treasures that endure when youth and again. The night is getting chilly, and my health are past; sisters are waiting for us.”
Thesco'er the social circlc shall a hcalivg influence
cast; These shall be never lost to you when adverse fortune
But rest in placid sunshine on your solitary hours. SUSPENSE.
Let not your zeal be weakened, or your earnest trust
abate, BY ADA TREVANION.
Because you are not destined to be eminently great.
All talents may not equally in rich increase abound; The day has passed away in gloom and sorrow;
But woe befall the talent that is buried in the What will betide me ere it close again ?
ground! What is to come when I have lived to-morrow Rapture unspeakable, or bitter pain ?
Hope doth not always wear, alas ! her fair and flat
tering guise; Dear dreams untold, and gentle joys untasted,
The fear of failure often will in timid minds arise ; Are ye to bless me in the unborn time?
Then is the fitting time, dear friend, the maxim to Or must I weep o'er love and labour wasted,
recall With soul as sad as yon deep, boding chime? “ 'Tis better far to try and fail, than not to try at all !"
A WEEK AT THE GARIBALDIAN HEAD-QUARTERS.
(Notes from an Excursion to the Italian Tyrol, in July, 1866).
1.-From BRESCIA To Storo. wakes me up with a start. What is it? Where
are we now? I am conscious of something July 20: We start from Brescia about midday: leaden-coloured and vague, dimly towering on the the road at first is dusty and hot, but not with- right-mysterious enough in itself, but rendered out scenes worth remembering; and we enjoy a still more so by two dim, muffled figures, which grand view of Lake Garda from the hill above stand motionless at its base. Other figures rise Salo. Leaving the Lake we pass through Pre-out of the darkness, and one comes forward. seglie and Vobano; and at a later hour we stop Now I can make out a large white building, the at Vestone, which is cool and inviting, and more dark, lofty door of which faces the road : two than half-way to head-quarters.
sentinels, in their cloaks or blankets, stand Here we refresh ourselves in the square, and here leaning on their muskets ; the vast door seems we begin more closely to come in contact with to rise behind them ad libitum. the interest of the campaign ; for our attention is “Tedeschi," says R- in answer to attracted by balf-a-dozen or more Garibaldians in my inquiries, “Prigioniêre.” and around the Albergo, whose pale and ex- The place is Anfo; this is the church, and in hausted faces seem those of men going to the it are some two hundred Austrian prisoners rear, as sick or wounded, but who, we find to under guard, the garrison, we understand, of the our surprise, are on their way to the front. small fort Ampola, which surrendered yesterThey are men just dismissed from the hospital day. in Brescia, to which wounds and sickness had On again. Once more we are challenged by sent them. Convalescent but not restored to a sentry, and roused to consciousness by the vigour, healed but still enfeebled, they are push- sudden stopping of the carriage. The moon is ing on to rejoin their regiments. D- soon now up; but this time it is at first still more engages them in an animated conversation. They difficult to comprehend “the situation;" for might have been forwarded in waggons, and on the left white lines go zigzagging up some spared the fatigue of a long march beneath a almost perpendicular ascent. On the right a sun, which we, though driving, found extremely dazzling mass of silver seems to hang sustrying: but there had been some neglect or pended below, and to ripple up under the very mistake, and, sooner than wait for conveyances, wheels of the carriage; while, in the distance, these men had shouldered their muskets and its lustrous sheen meets blackness thick and knapsacks, and taken patiently to the road. palpable, against which a red spark gleams, but This does not look like “shirking” or “skulk- whether a star, just topping the far horizon, or ing.” And these are not your untried recruils, some less celestial beam within arm's-length, inexperienced, and enthusiastic, proud of their defies conjecture. right to the red shirt, and singing through the “Rocca d'Anfo," murmurs R- , and the streets of Naples or Florence. These are men name and its associations interpret the scene who have tasted the monotonous fatigue of a around. campaign, and heard the whiz of shot fired in This above is Anfo's rock, with its miniature earnest-nay, more, who have endured wounds Gibraltar; that below Lake Idro, secluded, and sickness, and known the inside of the hos- mountain-locked. The greater part of its surpital. Yet, spent and enfeebled, their only face the moon turns into silver, giving to the thought is “forward” again. However, D shadows of the mountains on the opposite shore goes off to the Syndic, and soon coming back, la solid, tangible blackness, in the midst of which half urges, half orders the men to wait for the burns the vigilant red light. conveyance which the said authority has pro “ Cannoniére," suggests R- , blinking mised shall be forthcoming.
drowsily at the far-off gleam—the light of a gunWe take to our carriage, and continue to fol. boat out on the lake. low the course of the rapid, sonorous, and ro. A weird silence seems to reign over these simantic Chiese. We are already among the hills, lent waters, these silent rocks. You must the extreme spurs of the Tyrolese Alps; and throw back your head till your neck aches bethese descending shades veil the fresh and fore the eye can catch the fort itself, in which charming scenery that begins to surround us. those ascending, winding walls culminate. Some of us are musical, and the “ Hymne de | Embrasures and bastions, on a somewhat small Guerre” resounds through the night, followed scale, but apparently of solid masonry, cling to up by other songs, one of the most successful and mingle with the cliffs. But now all is dim of which is a set of stanzas, sung to “Suono and unsubstantial, ghost-like whiteness, ghostla Tromba.” But in time silence ensues, and like shadows. A sentry seems to move along we travel on in that semi-conscious state which one overhanging terrace; but ono ongs for the is neither sleep nor waking. A sudden stop 'flash of a bayonet or the boom of a gun; or, better still, the garish, but “business” eye of Round the square, and up against the houses, day to tell us this is real. But, as morning are stalls and extemporized booths of every kind; dawned, would not these aërial walls, those some occupied by camp-followers, others by namoonlit waters fade too? We seem to gaze tives of the country. Here, across a few rough upon them on sufferance, and in involuntary | planks, a Tyrolese is selling pane and biseto, silence. A word too loud, and all will vanish each as brown as his own sunburnt features. like the Lurley water-nymph, or a broken | Next to him another shouts at intervals “ Cafè! dream. All is so still, so lonely, so white ! cafè! calda !" He has quite an elaborate set-out: Haunteil mountains, an elfin castle, an en metal urn, portable fire, and china, magnificent chanted lake!
to behold. Milk he has not, but a row of longnecked bottles contains rum and cognac, as well
as various spirits peculiar to the country. From II.-Storo.
one of these he will pour your choice, with great
urbanity, into your cup of excellent coffee, &c., Oh! to be here, and not to be an artist; to i all for duè soldi (one penny). Close by a wide have nu faculty of reproducing in striking out- open door gives a view of some shed or coach. lines and vivid colours the strange life all house, now occupied by two mighty casks, one around! And yet, here the artist might long of which has its stains dyed with ruby red
ander, with delighted eyes, before he could streaks. The proprietor does not fail to adverdecide wbat to select, what to begin with, what tise his liquor; a voice from within shouts, to pass over; for here the picturesque reigns “ Vino buono et birra' (wine from Asti and redundant and supreme. The " piece” is put beer from Chiavenna). Hard-by is a stall coon in perfection. Scenery, costumes, and cha- | vered with little piles of stationery (note-paper, racters are equally striking, equally barmonious. envelopes, sealing-wax, ink, pencils, &c.), most
And how well this at last might be put on the extensively patronized, too, for the Garibaldian stage, this scene that I survey from a window of is a letter-writing animal; and you may see the little albergo, in wbich we have found nar- him at every corner, in and out of the houses, row but sufficient quarters. Beneath is a inditing his private despatches to those at home. square, irregular in shape, and not large, but Half-round the corner you can get eggs, sarvery suitable for the main action of the piece. dines, sausages, cheese, butter, potatoes ; and on On the tal! old houses round it, the gables and that same corner, a few feet above this stall, buge oak beams have an Elizabethan look; but “ Piazza Garibaldi," in large letters, covers, but rude frescoes and carvings, on stone and wood, not completely, the name which the square was gire them another character. There is a large known by under the Austrian rule. But these old-fashioned fountain in one corner, with an sutlers are, after all, mere supernumeraries. immense round basin, into which splashes from Soldiers are, of course, all about the place. a stone-pipe the clear, cold water that courses The“ Camicha rossa” abounds in single dots, or down from the cliffs. The back-ground is most in groups; blue volunteer-bersagliere, now and appropriate. The principal church rises in the then a "Cantiniere," in her scarlet jacket and midst of a little piazza of its own, whose bright blue skirt; officers' horses held by terraced wall overlooks the larger square; / peasants, some in fustian, some in their national its old picturesque campanile rises high costume-most picturesque, and now, alas! in air, and is seen against a still loftier range most rarely seen. of precipitous rocks, which form the back-Waggons frequently pass through the square, ground of the whole scene. They are of great some marked “Treno borghese," and “Volunheight, with a few trees here and there in their tari Italiani ;” and laden, some with loaves, deep clifts: and half-way up, but still high | cheeses, or blankets, others with biscuits, wineabove the town, is a grassy ledge or shelf, and kegs, sacks of flour, or other commissariat proon it one little chalet. From this ledge, not perties. Some are drawn by mules, others by many days back, a body of Austrians were bullocks, large, handsome, and white, or what firing down into the town, till a party of volun. | is sometimes called cream-coloured. The pasteers climbed to a higher point aud promptly sage of these carts is often attended with undislodged them. The perspective and distance bounded excitement and ejaculation; for the are equally effective, for the other end of the streets are narrow, the square crowded, the square rises rapidly, and narrows into a lung oxen sometimes fond of backing, and, if exposstreet that winds up round to the church, with | tulated with too vehemently, apt to kneel down, 80 steep an ascent, that it is paved in succes and finally to lie at full-length; then, of course, sive levels, like long, low steps; but at present there is a block, and a inotley train accumulates it has the appearance of being covered with a behind, till the shouts of “Avanti” grow carpet, of red and of greyish blue; for about more and more frenzied, and a hundred epithets half a battalion of Garibaldians (part of the 7th, of sell purport, but euphonious sound, are I think) are extended there in successive layers. poured upon the maledetta bestia, who calmly They are momently expecting to march, and in reclines beneath his yoke, having probably the meantime lie so thick in the shade of the dragged down his yoke-fellow with him. But tall houses and walls, that you must pick your more leading characters cross the scene at way through and over them with careful eye, times; mounted officers on their way to the and many an apologetic “ Perdono !”.
“Quartier generale," which is just out of sight