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A. D. MAYO.
spoken with the directness and velocity of an whom you loved so fondly only a short four years avenging fate, lays the whole glittering fabric ago ?” eagerly questioned Mrs. Fessenden of her of sin prostrate in the dust.
friend Mrs. Vinton, as she burst in upon ber afBut I have not time now to speak further of ter nearly a year's absence from her native city. her, or to write a homily upon the power of ho- I heard of it, this morning, immediately after liness; though my letter, begun so lightly, has my return, and I have not stopped to say a sylan awful squinting towards a sermon, which I lable to any other friend, but have come directo will arrest in timely season by drawing to a ly to hear from your own lips, the why and close. Only we will not forget what the great wherefore of this unaccountable step." dramatist has so eloquently told us; and when- “It is but too true, Harriet,” said Mrs. Vinever, in this strange world, an array of power, ton, mournfully, while the tears gathered in her influence or policy, shall make us half fearful of eyes. “I did love Charles most devotedly, or the right we are called to defend, we will think rather the Charles whom my fancy had invested of Isabella, and remember that the same God with all glorious attributes, all gentle, yet manwho made her stronger than a whole corruptly affections, all exalted gifts of nature and artState, yet lives, and works through souls that and he, as I thought, loved me, but the delusive dare and love to trust in his Omnipotence.
veil has been rent away, and I was as nothing to him, while he, at the same time, was capricious, tyrannical, fauli-finding and hard to
please.” THE RAINBOW.
“Charles Vinton tyrannical and fault-find
ing!” exclaimed the candid, truth-loving Mrs. The rainbow ! the rainbow ! O look at it now !
Fessenden. “ Dearest Emma, believe me, you It rests its bright curls on the Orient's brow, are laboring under a delusion-a cruel delusion, As from the dark cloud, like a spirit, it springs, deceptive as the light of the ignis fatuus. Now And shades the green earth with its beautiful that you are, indeed, parted from Charles, as, in wings.
all your loneliness and isolation, you steadily
look back upon the light and gladness of those A prison exhausted its colors to mould
days of endearment and trust, how bitter will be Those rich tinted shades of carnation and gold,
the draught from life's poisoned chalice, hory That seem, now the hue of the violet is given, Like a boquet of flowers, as
gladly would you again listen to tones which an offering to
have thrilled your being like the mysterious inHeaven.
Auence of entrancing music, how dear woald be How it bends, like an angel, to gaze in the food, one of the olden glances of love, how refreshing And mirrors its form as the brightness of God ! his support and guidance.” () who but Jehovah could pencil it there,
“ Spare me, in mercy spare me,” murmured And firmly sustain it suspended in air.
Elma Vinton, as she laid her head, like that of But see the fair image is losing its rays
a tired infant, upon the bosom of her friend, and Not long in our sight the sweet visitant stays !
wept unrestrainingly. Its mission completed, Heaven's glory displayed,
“Elma,” continued her friend, tenderly and It hides like humility's self in the shade.
earnestly, “I know you well, -I know your
admiration for whatever is beautiful and good, How gentle its motion, how graceful its form, I know the high aspirations which expand your Thus smilingly gay at the frown of the storm ; soul – I know the deep fount of love in your A sceptre of Mercy, in beauty unfurled,
breast, which wishes, nay, which demands a corThe promise of Peace, to a perishing world. responding love,-I know, too, your excitability
and imagination which have often raised a bar. Dighton, Mass.
rier against love by suspicious jealousy, which was roused by trifles light as air.' Forgive
me, Elma, if I wound your feelings by my plain THE DIVORCE.
speech, as I do it for your good. I would fain have saved you and Charles this needless agony
of parting, loneliness and tears, which must in“Dear Elma, is it true that you are divorced
evitably be your lot. Only think, dear friend, from your husband, from your dear Charles, how strong are the bonds which even
HARRIET E. GARDNER.
unite your hearts, amid all this estrangement, on my part towards my husband, and left me this separation by human law—think of the ho- quite a favorable opinion of himself. But there ly time when you were all in all to each other, was something in Charles' conduct so unlike when even death, the death of your little boy, | himself, that I cannot pretend to account for it was borne with composure, because your hus- even now. So coldly distant, so formal, that in band's strong, yet submissive words, imparted the excitement of my feelings, I proposed a sepcomfort to your heart, as you gave up one object aration to which he did not object, and which of affection, only to love the remaining object by Walter's aid and counsel, has been effected. more fervently."
But I am miserable. All of my cousin's argu“Spare me, Harriet,” again pleaded the ments cannot get me into society, or induce me wretched woman, "had you only been here, this to receive visitors. Of course, I cannot refuse cruel parting might have been avoided. But to see him, although from the light I now have, Charles is not the same being as when you left I shall never again place trust in him. Oh! us,-he seeined to be restless, dissatisfied, un- Harriet, how unhappy I am. I was informed, happy, and to what cause could I impute it, but yesterday, that our once pleasant mansion,” here to a lack of affection ? His evenings, too, have her voice trembled with emotion, “is closed, nearly all been spent away from home, for sev- and Charles gone from the city to spend a long eral monihs, leaving me, as he knew, without time. He was generous to the very last, dear a single resource against solitude, for, Harriet, Harriet, insisting upon my acceptance of that you were the only friend I loved dearly, and you splendid home. It would have killed me to were far away,—and you well know I am an have stayed amid the scenes of my former bliss, orphan, without the kindly tones of a brother's and so I declined, especially as my own fortune or sister's voice to cheer me,-and Charles had is sufficient, with economy, to support me the been to me father, mother, brother, sister, all few remaining years, perhaps months of my exthe world. Cousin Walter, however, has never istence." deserted me, but has done what he could to “Do not speak so despairingly, Elma,” said make my solitude less tedious, has procured for her friend, much moved, “my home shall be me the best legal advice, and generously fitted yours, for I know you can enjoy yourself better up this tenement for my reception and comfort.” with my husband, myself and children, than you
“ Cousin Walter !” almost angrily exclaimed can here. And when in a few months we again the generally mild and candid Mrs. Fessenden. visit Paris, you must promise to go with us.” “I never fancied Walter Parker. Depend upon Mrs. Fessenden added a few more soothing it, dear Elma, he has, unknown to yourself, sli- words, then embracing her friend, she pursued ly infused prejudices into your mind against her way with sad thoughts, towards her own your husband. You were too much absorbed in blessed home of peace and affection. love's idolatry at the time of your marriage to perceive that your cousin was very much chagrined at that step, that he loved you as much as his selfish nature would allow him to love, and that he has always disliked, ay, hated
your “Dear Arthur," said Mrs. Fessenden, as she husband. I saw all this at the time, but would seated herself by her husband's side soon after not disturb your happiness by the recital. Now, her return, “ what a sad being is poor Elma. Elma, as you look back, can you not see it?" What a change for herself and husband from
“I cannot look back, Harriet, to the past year unshadowed bliss to a public separation. They with pleasure, nor to the future with any thing are both to blame. I doubt not Elma, I know, of hope in my heart. Now that you have spo- with all her high and lovable qualities of mind ken so candidly, I feel that my imagination has and heart, is passionate and wilful at times, and magnified little things, trilling acts into crimes, so exacting of her due share of love from all her -but, indeed, Harriet, excitable as I am, I am friends, and especially from her husband. But not wholly to blame. Should you see Charles, I how Charles Vinton can have become tyrannithink you will agree with me in that respect. cal and fault-finding, an absentee from home As for cousin Walter, I never fancied himn much and hearth, as Elma said he had, is a mystery I more than you did, although I did not suspect cannot fathom, calm, rational, self-possessed, as him of loving me. But now I do see that much he always was, uuless that crafiy Walter Parof his advice tended indirectly to wrong feeling' ker, her second cousin, is at the foundation of
it; and I verily believe he is mean enough to do ing in her breast for her husband; the many any thing on earth for the sake of gain or grati- many acts of affectionate devotion received from fying his low passions."
Charles, which she now sadly and tenderly reWhy, Harriet, you are very much excited,” called, had completely banished the demon of said Mr. Fessenden, as he gazed into the gener- pride from her bosom, although it had sustained ally mild countenance of his wife.
her nobly until Mrs. Fessenden had revealed to “I know it, Arthur, but the sight of poor El- her, her own feelings so truly, and given a clue ma, separated from her husband, with no pro- to the motives by whieh her cousin was actuatector but her cousin Walter, has completely ted. Now, she received him with aversion-his unnerved me, for I can imagine what my own presence was insupportable. “My dear cousfeelings would be, were I so situated, and I have in," he said in that low, winning tone, he so offered her a home with us.”
well knew how to assume, “ I have called to“ That was right, Harriet, and moreover, it day, to give you a long ride into the country for was judicious and kind, just like yourself. I your health. The roses must again bloom on think it is proper to keep her away from Wal- your cheeks, Elma. Do not allow yourself to ter's influence. A union with him would be the grieve over the late transaction-rather rejoice climax of her misery, for I well know he is a that you are relieved from the presence of one man without a spark of true benevolence; and so uncongenial to your dear self.” charity and nobleness of mind, are only assum- “I am not able to ride out to-day," was poor ed to gain his ends. I have long regarded him Elma's truthful and only reply, while she laboras unprincipled, and yet capable of easily putting ed hard to restrain the truant tears. on the guise of feeling, virtue, and noble, even
Mr. Parker had never seen her in such a religious thought, when any wished for object mood, so thinking his presence would not act as was to be attained by those means. Undoubt- a restorative, he seated himself very familiarly edly, he has done his share in the separation. I by her side on the sofa, and taking her hand, he knew, when we at the same time were law stu- said in a bland tone, “Dear Elma, you must dents, by an incident or two, that he loved El- have seen that you are unspeakably dear to me, ma; but it seems, never anticipating a rival, he not only from the peculiar interest I take in had thought himself secure of her favor and ul- your misfortunes,"--here he sighed deeply, “but timate acceptance, until the news of her mar- also from the pure love I bear you, which hour. riage, in his absence, with the wealthy and ac- ly increases. Now, will you not give me the complished Mr. Vinton, came to him. I pre- fondly pleasing hope, that it is in some measure sume he has never forgiven Vinton, and that reciprocated ? That I may, ere long, become your this separation is the result of his revenge."
legal, acknowledged protector ?" “But he shall have a counter influence at Had a thunderbolt burst on Elma's head, she work on Elma's mind, when I get her establish- could not have been more shocked and surprised ed in our household,” said Mrs. Fessenden with than she was to find the sedate cousin, so much an air of triumph.
her senior, actually making love to her! Yes, “How earnest and determined you look, Har- Harriet was right; and now many things conriet. I trust, in your encounter with Mr. Par- nected with her cousin were seen in their true ker, you will not provoke him to separate us.” light, and drawisg away her hand from her
Mrs. Fessenden turned toward her husband cousin's, indignantly, she replied in a hollow, and gave him such a ok, so blended with digni- unnatural voice, “ Walter Parker, do you think ty, candor, feeling and affection, as if she had the love I bore Charles Vinton, is so easily exsaid, “ there is no fear on that head," and then, tinguished, although the law has thrust us apart? with an excuse to him for running away, she
my heart is such a wavering, unwent immediately to arrange and prepare an
stable shadow, that it can so soon cast aside the apartment for Elma, with her own hands, and love of years to make room for another love? when completed, every detail was perfect, as far No, Walter, No!” And with flushed cheeks as friendship and affection could make it. and dilated eyes, Elma Vinton swept out of the
Soon after Mrs. Fessenden's departure, Mr. apariment with the grace and majesty of a Walter Parker was ushered into Elma's pres- queen, leaving her cousin to chew the bitter cud ence, and was much surprised to find her in
of refleciion, and to rave over the disarrangetears. The old memories conjured up by her
ment of his plans, his precious lost time, his friend's presence, the tide of deep love still surg
still more precious money ;-for in reality he was
very miserly, although he had lavished large thing of pleasure, however, for her desolate heart sums to fit up the present residence of Elma, in their morning rides and promenades around thinking himself secure of ultimate success in Paris and its environs, and also, in visiting his suit, which he felt had been prematurely works of art. They were, one morning, saunurged. Still he did not give up the idea of win- tering leisurely in a gallery filled with rare and ping Elma for his bride, eventually ; and he beautiful paintings, and Mr. and Mrs. Fessengave a complacent look in the mirror, which den had wandered off from Elma, who, weary of revealed the reflection of a handsome man in gazing at so much beauty, had taken a low seat the prime of life, arrayed in the most costly and and was busily occupied with pencil and paper; fashionable style.
while forgetting all else but her deep sorrow, "She will get over this whim,” he murmured she allowed the tears to flow without restraint. to himself, as he left the house, and sprang At that very moment, she, herself, would have lightly into his beautiful equipage. But the made a good study for a painter. Her simple next morning a note was handed him which bonnet, falling off in the employment of writing, completely dispelled all his imaginary visions. revealed her clear, white forehead, the silky, It ran thus, in Elma's laconic, business style : brown hair which curled on each side of her MR. PARKER: After what passed between us
pale, sweet face, and the knot of beautiful braids
which shaded her neck. A rich, dark, plain yesterday, it will be highly improper for me to
dress, adorned her small figure, while her deep, intrude any longer upon your hospitality; therefore, I have left for the purpose of residing with
blue eyes were slightly upturned with a mournfully sad expression,
-a true picture of her soul. my friend, Mrs. Fessenden, whose husband will
There was another visitor, a tall, intellectual remunerate you for whatever trouble and cost you have incurred on my account.
looking gentleman, the sadness of whose black eyes rivalled that of Elma's, who, on pretence
of examining a picture, watched her most intentIt would be impossible to describe Mr. Par- ly, although he did not allow her to catch a ker's mingled feelings of " hatred, revenge and glimpse of his face. Indeed, she was so absorbdespair," as he perused the note commencing so ed in thought, she knew not of his presence. abruptly with Mr. Parker instead of cousin, her Upon the approach of Mr. and Mrs. Fessenden, usual appellation ;-and ending with Elma Vin- he glided away, apparently in great haste. As ton, a name which he thought she had discarded they came towards Elma, she wiped away all for ever, by the sentence of divorce, for her tears and rejoined them in such haste that she maiden name of Eldredge.
left the fruit of her musings on paper near where she sat, which was appropriated by the tall gentleman to himself, as soon as they left, and which, after reading several times with mani
fest emotion, he kissed and deposited in his Elma, after spending a few months in the pocket-book. Elma's lines ran thus: bosom of Mr. Fessenden's charming family, was at length prevailed upon to accompany them to the metropolis of France, where Mrs. Fessen
Four years ago, I sat with thee den had relations ;-as they all saw that she
In home's own sweet, domestic bower, would pine away in constantly viewing scenes
When love's bright bird e'er carolled free, so nearly connected with her former bliss. She
And gladness winged each passing hour. was very pale and attenuated, and the little
sat with thee in joy and pride, hope, which had at first played around her heart The breath of flowers upon my brow, of seeing Mr. Vinton and having a full explana
I was a gay and happy bride ;-
Was sleeping in the narrow tomb,
“ he dwells above
In gardens of the blest to bloom?" garded appearing in society. There was some
In that dark hour thou weit my all,
The only tie on earth to bind :
explanation on her part,
“ Walter Parker was, as Harriet thought, at the foundation of all our difficulties. How little I thought that every word, every look I bestowed on him, the only living being with whom I could claim affinity, was made to appear in your eyes, as if I had always loved him and still loved him secretly. How blinded you must have been, Charles, to hrave believed it and absented yourself from home!"
“ But, dear Elma, was he not there every evening with his bland and winning speech? And I, fool that I was, believed what he caused me to be informed was the fact, that there was a long, mutual attachment between you. And then he wore your ring, and triumphantly paraded a handkerchief which he said you gave him. Turning my eyes from all your past devotion and exceeding love, I believed it a falsehood, without any evidence, and deeply wronged you. Say again, Elma, that you forgive me.”
“), too, need forgiveness, for all my excitability, wilfulness and unbounded exaction of affection. But, Charles, you did deceive yourself almost willingly. The ring was taken out of my work box, and I knew not what became of it, for I assure you he never wore it in my presence-and as for the handkerchief, it was handed him with some cologne on it, one afternoon, when he complained of a bad head-ache, and said he had forgotten his own. I was never made acquainted with his love for me, and indeed never dreamed of such a thing, until the day that Mrs. Fessenden arrived at home, when he called soon after she left me, and honored or dishonored me with the offer of his hand. I gave him an appropriate reply, and sent him a note the next morning, declining his hospitality, and referring him to Mr. Fessenden, if he had any account against me."
“I have been very unjust to you, Elma. I heard by the way of a friend, that your stay at your cousin's establishment was short. Indeed, your staying under his roof, drove me away from home."
“What other relative had I, Charles? And he seemed to be so interested in my misfortunes, offered me a home in such a delicate manner, even while he still remained at a boarding house that I, for a time, accepted. Now, I see through his villainy, and shall treat him as he deserves.
have not seen him, however, since I became an inmate of Mr. Fessenden's family, for he was well aware that they understood his charac. ter."
They had not proceeded far on their homeward way, before Elma discovered that she had lost the lines which she had so hastily scrawled, and unwilling to leave them to the cold and careless gaze of the first one who might pick them up, she retraced her steps, and was bending over the spot where she had written thembut her search was vain, they had disappeared. As it was now past the usual hour of admittance, Elma thought herself alone, for she saw no one upon entering-and therefore she sat down to rest herself a while, leaning her head upon her hands. She started suddenly upon hearing "Elma” uttered in a low, sad tone-yet it was a tone dear as life itself-the music of which had never left her beart, in all of her sor
She turned-Charles was kneeling by her side, and with a cry of joy, forgetting that they were twain, she wound her arms around his neck, laid her pale cheek close to his, which was wet with her joyful tears.
Forgive me, dearest Elma," were the first words Mr. Vinton could utter.
Forgive me, my own Charles," was her sole reply.
It was a fitting place, alone amid pencilled forms of beauty, for Charles Vinton and Elma to recall the blended shapes of the past,- to extract the sweet from the bitter,—to affiance themselves anew in all of their former devoted love,-ay, more, in the serene and perfect strength gathered from trial and afiliction. “ And so," said Elma, as she raised her head from Charles' shoulder, after a full and perfect