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. . , , ; From the Atkntic Monthly. . ( .., :: THE ROMANCE OF A GLOVE. "Halt!" cried my travelling companion. 'Troperty overboard !" ...;, , , .. - The driver pulled up Lis norses ; and, before I could prevent him, Westwood leaped down from the vehicle, and ran back for the article that had been dropped. It was a glove, my glove, which I had inadvertently thrown out, in taking my handkerchief from my pocket. 1 ; i . ' . . -in " Go on, driver !" and lie tossed it into my hand as he resumed his seat in the open stage. ' - "Take your reward," I said, ottering him a cigar ; " but beware of rendering me another such service I" " If it had been your hat or your handkerchief, be sure I should have let it lie where it fell. But a glove, that, is different. , I once found a romance in a glove.:- Since then, gloves are sacred." And Westwood gravely bit off the end of his cigar. ... "' A romance ? Tell me about that. I am tired of this endless stretch of sea-like country, these regular ground-swells ; and it's a good two-hours' ride yet to yonder headland, which juts out into the prairie, between us and the setting sun. ' Meanwhile, your ro mance. ' Jr. . " Did I say romance ? I fear you would hardly think it worthy of the name," said my companion. " Every life has its romantic episodes, or, at least, incidents which appear such to him who experiences them; But these tender little histories are usually insipid enough when told. I have a maiden aunt, who once came so near having an offer from a pale stripling, with dark hair, seven years her junior, that to this day she often alludes to the circumstance, with the remark, that she wishes she knew some competent novel-writer in whom she could confide, feeling sure that the story of that period ot her life would make the groundwork of a magnificent work of fiction. Possibly I inherit my aunt's tendency to magnify into extraordinary proportions trifles which I look at through the double convex lens of a personal interest. So don't expect too much of my romance, and vwi shall hear it. " I said I found it in a glove. -1 It was by no means a remarkable glove, middle-sized, straw-colored, and a neat fit for this hand, in which I now hold your very excellent cigar. Of course, there was a young lady in the case ; let me see, I don't believe I can tell you the story," said Westwood, "after all 1" i I gently urged him to proceed. - " Pshaw 1" said he, after kindling his'cigar with a few vigorous whiffs, " what's the use of being foolish ? : My aunt was never diffident about telling her story, and why should I hesitate to tell mine ? The young lady's name, we'll call her simply Margaret. She was a blonde, with hazel eyes and dark hair. Perhaps you never heard of a blonde with hazel eyes and dark hair? She was the only one I ever saw ; and there was the finest contrast imaginable between her fair, fresh complexion, and her superb tresses and delicately-traced eyebrows. She was certainly lovely, if not handsome ; and such eyes I It was an event in one's life, Sir, just to look through those luminous windows into her soul. That could not happen every day, be sure 1 ' Sometimes for weeks she kept them turned from me, the ivory shutters half-closed, or the mystic curtains of reserve drawn within ; then, again, when I was tortured with unsatisfied yearnings, and almost ready to despair, she would suddenly turn them upon me, the shutters thrown wide, the curtains away, and a flood of radiance streaming forth, that filled me so full of light and gladness, that I had no shadowy nook left in me for a doubt to hide in. She must have been conscious of this power of expression. She used it so sparingly, and, it seemed to me, artfully ! But I always forgave her when she did use it, and cherished resentment only when she did not. ' " " Margaret was shy and proud ; I could never completely win her confidence ; but I knew, I knew well at last, that herTieart was mine. And a deep, tender, woman's heart it was, too, despite her reserve. Without many words, we understood each other, and so Pshaw !" said Westwood, " my cigar is out !" ; " On with the story !" " Well, we had our lover's quarrels, of course. Singular, what foolish children love makes of us ! rendering us sensitive, jealous, exacting, in the superlative decree. I am sure, we were both amiable and forbearing towards all the world besides j but, for the powerful reason that we loved, we were bound to misinterpret -words, looks, and actions, and wound each other on every convenient occasion.' I was pained by her attentions to others, or perhaps by an apparent preference of a book or a bouquet to me. Retaliation on my part and quiet persistence on hers continued to estrange us, until I generally ended by conceding everything, and pleading for one word of kindness, to end my misery. ' I ' ' ' 11 " I was wrong, too quick to resent, too ready to concede. No doubt, it was to her a secret gratification to exercise her power over me ; and at last I was convinced that she wounded me purposely, in order to provoke a temporary estrangement, and enjoy a repetition of her triumph. - " . ' " It was at a party ; the thing she did was to waltz with a man whom she knew I detested, when I knew she could not respect, and whose half-embrace, as he whirled her in the dance, almost put murder into my thoughts. ' "' ' ' : ; " ' Margaret, I said, 4 one last word ! If you care for me, beware ! - . : : " ' ' " That was a foolish speech, perhaps. It was certainly ineffectual. She persisted, looking so calm and composed, that a great weight fell upon my hearty I walked away ; I wandered about the soloons ; I tried to gossip and be gay; but the wound was too deep. - " I accompanied her home, late in the evening. We scarcely spoke by the way. At the door, she looked me sadly in the face, she gave me her haud ; I thought it trembled. ' ' , ' ' - ' ' ' " ' Good-night P she said, in a low voice." : ' ' " ' Good-bye 1' I answered, coldly, and hurried from the house. ' ' " , ". ' ' ' ' " It was 6ome consolation to hear her close the door after I had reached the corner of the street, and to know that she had been listening to my footsteps. But I was very angry. I made stern resolutions ; I vowed to myself, that I would wrings her heart, and never swerve from my purpose until I bad wrung out of it abundant drops of sorrow and contrition. How I succeeded you' shall hear. 't I had previously engaged her to attend a series of concerts with me ; an arrangement which I did not now regret, and for good reasons. Once a week, with famous punctuality, I called for her, escorted her to the concert-room, and carefully reconducted her home, letting no opportunity pass to show her a true gentleman's deference and respect, conversing with her freely about music, books, anything, in short, except what we both knew to be deepest in each other's thoughts. Upon other occasions, I avoided her, and even refrained from going to places where she was expected, especially where she knew that I knew she was expected. " Well," continued Westwood, "my designs upon her heart, which I was goinw to wring so unmeicif ully, did not meet with very brilliant success. To confess the humiliating truth, I soon found that I was torturing myself a great deal more than I was torturing her. As a fast and desperate resort, what do you think I did?" You probably asked her to ask your forgiveness." " Not II I have a will of adamant, as people find, who tear away the amiable flowers and light soil that cover it ; and she had reached the impenetrable, firm rock. I neither made any advance towards a reconciliation nor invited any. But I'll tell you what I did do, as a final trial of her heart. I had, for some time,

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been meditating a European tour, and iny interest in her had alone kept me at home. Some friends of mine were to sail early in the spring, and I now resolved to accompany them. I don't know how much pride and spite there was in the resolution, prolKibly a good deal. I confess I wished to make lit-r sutler, to show her that she had calculated too much upon my weakness, that I could be strong and happy without her. Yet, with all this bitter and vindictive feeling, I listened to a very sweet and tender whisper in my heart, which said, ' Now, if her love speaks out, now, if she says to me one true, kind, womanly word, she shall go with me, and nothing shall ever take her from mo again P The thought of what mirht be, if she would but say that word, and of what must be, irrevocably, if her pride held out, shook me mightily. But my resolution was taken : I would trust the rest to fate. " On the day of the last concert, I imparted the secret of my intended journey to a person who, I felt tolerably sure, would rush at once to Margaret with the news. Then, in the evening, I went for her; I was conscious that my manner towards her was a little more tender, or rather, a little less coldly courteous, that night, than it had usually been of late ; for my feelings were softened, and I had never seen her so lovely. I had never before known what a treasure I was about to lose. The subject of my voyage was not mentioned, and if she heard of it, she accepted the fact without the least visible concern. Her quietness under the circumstances chilled me, disheartened me quite. I am not one of those who can give much superfluous love, or cling with unreasonable, blind passion to an object that yields no affection in return. A quick and effectual method of curing a fancy in persons of my temperament is to teach them that it is not reciprocated. Then it expires like a flame cut off from the air, or a plant removed from the soil. The death-stmgglo,the uprooting, is thu painful thing ; but when the heart is thoroughly convinced that its love is misplaced, it gives up, with one last sigh as big as fate, sheds a few tears, says a prayer or two, thanks God for the experience, and becomes a wiser, calmer, yes, and a happier heart than before." ' . ' True," I said ; " but our hearts are not thus easily convinced."' ro " . ' . i . . " Ay, there's the rub. It is for want of a true perception. There cannot bo a true love without a true perception. Love is for the soul to know, from its own intuition, not for the understanding to believe, from the testimony of those very unreliable witnesses, called eyes and ears. 1 This seems to have been my ease, my soul was aware of her love, and all the evidence of my external senses could not altogether destroy that interior faith. But that evening I said, I believe you now, my senses I I doubt you now, my soul 1 she never loved me !" So I was really very cold towards her' for about twenty minutes. " I walked home with her ; we were both silent ; but at the door she asked me to go in. Here my calmness deserted me, and I could hardly hold my heart, while I replied, " ' If you particularly wish it' 1 " ' If I did not, I should not ask you,' she said ; and I went in. " I was ashamed and vexed at myself for trembling so, for I was in a tremor from head to foot There was company in the parlors, some of Margaret's friends. I took my seat upon R. sofa, and soon she came and sat by my side. " ' I suppose,' said one, ' Mr. "Westwood has been telling Margaret all about it.' " ' About what ?' Margaret inquired, and here the truth flashed upon me, the news of my proposed voyage had not yet reached her 1 She looked at me with a troubled, questioning expression, and said, " ' I felt that something was going to happen. Tell me what it is.' , " I answered, ' Your friend can best explain what she means.' ; , . - . 1 "Then out came the secret. A shock of surprise sent the color from Margaret's face ; and raising her eyes, she asked, quite calmly, but in a low and unnatural tone, .".. "Is this so?' ' "' " I said, ' I suppose I cannot deny it.' , ; "' You are really going ?' " ,. , I am really going.' , ' '' " She could not hide her agitation. Her white face betrayed her. Then I 'was glad, wickedly glad, in my heart, and' vain enough to be gratified that others should behold and know I held a power over her. Well, but I suffered for that folly. '"I feel hurt, she said, after a little while, ' because you have Ifcot told me this. ( You have no sister,' (this was spoken Very quietly,) ' and it would have been a privilege for me to take a sister's place, and do for you those little things which sisters do for brothers who are going on long journeys.' " I was choked ; it was a minute before I could speak. Then I said that I saw no reason why she should tax her time or thoughts to do anything for me. "' Oh, you know," she said, 'you have been kind to me, so much kinder than I have deserved !' " "It was unendurable, the pathos of the words! I was blinded, stifled, I almost groaned aloud. If we. had been alone, there our trial would have ended. should have snatched her to my soul. 'But the eyes of Others were upon us, and 1 steeled mysell. " ' Besides,' I said, ' I know of nothing that you can ao lor me. ' , y ' " ' There must be many little things ; to begin with, there is your clove, which you are tearing to pieces.' " True, I was tearing my glove, she was calm enough to observe it ! 1 hat made me angry. " ' Give it to me ; I will mend it for you. Haven't you other cloves that need mending ?' ' " I, who had triumphed, was humbled. My heart was breaking, and she talked ot mending gloves I did not omit to thank her. I coldly arose to eo. 11 AVell, I felt now that it was aU over. The next day I secured my passage in the steamer in which my friends were to sail. I took pains that Margaret should hear of that, too. Then came the preparations for travel, arranging affairs, writing letters, providing myself with a compact and comfortable outfit. , Europe was in prospect, Paris, Switzerland, and Italy, lands to which my dreams had long since gone before me, and to which I now turned my eyes with reawakening aspirations. A new glory arose upon my hie, in the the light of which Margaret became a fading star. It was so much easier than 1 had thought, to give her up, to part from her ! I found that I could forget her, in the excitement of a tresh and novel experience ; while she could she forget me ? When lovers part, happy is he who goes 1 alas for the one that is left behind! " One day, when I was busy with the books which I was to take with mc, a email package was handed in. I need not tell you that I experienced a thrill, when I saw Margaret s handwriting upon the wrapper. , 1 tore it open, and what think you I found? My glove! Nothing else. I smiled bitterly, to see how neatly she had mended it ; then 1 sighed ; then I said, ' It is finished !' and tossed the glove disdainfully into my trunk, " On the day before that fixed for the sailing of the steamer, I made farewell c alls upon many of my friends, among othersnpon Margaret. But, through the perversity of pride and will, I did not go alone, I took with me Joseph, a mutual acquaintance, who was to be my compagnon de voyage. I felt some misgivings, to see how Margaret had changed ; she was so softened, and so pale ! ; 'The interview was a painful one, and I cut it short. As we were 'going out, she gently detained me, and said, " ' Did you receive 3rour clove ?' 4 Oh, yes,' I said, and thanked her for mending it 44 4 And is this all all you have to sav ?' she asked.

" 4 1 have nothing more to say except good-bye ! 44 She held my hand. Nothing else '' 44 4 No. it is useless to talk of the nast. Manmrrt :

and the future may you be hapy ! Good-bye ! 44 1 thought she would speak ; 1 could not believe she would let me go ; but she did ! I bore up well, until night Then came a revulsion. I walked three times past the house, wofully tempted, my love and my will at cruel warfare ; but I did not go in. At midnight I saw the light in her room extinguished ; 1 knew she had retired, but whether to sleep, or weep, or prayhow could I b'll ? I went home. I did not close my eyes that night. I was clad to see the morning come. after such a night ! 44 The steamer was to sail at ten. The bustle of em barkation; strange scenes and strange faces; parting from friends ; the ringing of the bell ; last adieus, some, who were to go with us, hurrying aboard, others, who were to stay behind, as hastily going ashore ; the withdrawal of the plank, sad sight to many ej-es! casting off the lines, the steamer swinging heavily around, the rushing, irregular motion of the great, slow paddles : the waving of handkerchiefs trom the decks, and the responsive signals from the crowd lining the wnan ; ott at last, the laces ot friends, the crowd, the mers. And. laqllv. flip r-ilv ir.cplf ulinrr frnm Hiirlif ' thf dash of spray, the freshening breeze, the novef sight of our little world detaching itself and floating away ; the feeling that America was past, and Europe was next ; all this filled my mind with animation and excite ment, winch shut out thoughts of Margaret. Could I have looked ' with clairvoyant vision, and beheld her then, locked in her chamber, should I have been so happy ? Oh, what fools vanity and pride make of us ! Even then, with my heart high-strung with hope and courage, had I known the truth, I should have aban doned my tnends, the voyage, and Europe, and returned in the pilot's boat, to find something more precious than all the continents and countries of the globe, in the love of that heart which I was carelessly flinging away." ' Here Westwood took breath. The sun was now al most set. The prairie was still and cool ; the heavy dews were beginning to fall ; the shadows of the green and flowered undulations filled the hollows, like a rising tide ; the headland, seen at first so far and small, was growing gradually large and near; and the horses moved at a quicker pace. Westwood lighted his cigar, drew a lew whins, anJ proceeded. 44 We had a voyage of eleven days. But to me an immense amount of experience was crowded into that bnel period. J. he fine exhilaration ot the Btart, the breeze gradually increasing to a gale ; then horriblo sea-sickness, home-sickness, love-sickness ; after which, the weather which sailors love, games, gayety, and flirtation. ' There is no such social freedom to be enjoyed anywhere as on board an ocean steamer. The breaking up of old associations, the opening of a fresh existence, the necessity of new relationships, this fuses the crust of conventionality, quickens the springs of life, and renders character sympathetic and fluent The past is easily put away ;" we become plastic to new influences; we are delighted at the discovery of unexpected affinities, and astonished to find in ourselves so much wit, eloquence, and fine susceptibility, which we did not before dream we possessed. .. 44 This freedom is especially provocative of flirtation. We see each fair brow touched with a halo whose colors are the reflection of our own beautiful dreams. Loveliness is ten-fold more lovely, bathed in this atmosphere of romance ; and manhood is invested with ideal graces. The love within us rushes, with swift, sweet heart-beats, to meet the love responsive iu some other. Don't think I am now artfully preparing your miud to excuse what I am about to confess. Take these things into consideration, if you will ; then think as you please of the weakness and wild impulse with wnicn i icii in love witn 44 We will call her Flora. The most superb, captivating creature that ever ensnared the hearts of the sons of Adam. A fine olive complexion : magnificent dark auburn hair ; eyes full of fire and softness ; lips that could pout or smile with incomparable fascination ; a figure of surprising symmetry, just voluptuous enough. But, after all, her great power lay in her freedom from all affectation and conventionality, in her spontaneity, her free, sparkling, and vivacious manners. She was the most daring and dazzling of women, without ever appearing immodest or repulsive. She walked with such proud, secure steps over the commonly accepted barriers of social intercourse, that even those who blamed her and pretended to be shocked were compelled to admire. She was the belle, the Juno, of the saloon, the supreme ornament of the upper deck. Just twenty, not without wit and culture, full of poetry and enthusiasm. Do you blame me t . "Not a whit," I said; "but for Margaret" " ' '; . ' 14 Ah, Margaret 1" said Westwood, with a sigh. ' "But, you see, I had given her up. And when one love is lost, there sink such awful chasms into the soul, that, though they cannot be filled, we must at least bridge them over with anew affection. The number of mar riages built in this way, upon false foundations of hollowness and despair, is incomputable. ; We talk ot jil ted lovers and disappointed girls marrying 4out of spite.! No doubt, such petty feeling hurries forward many premature matches. But it is the heart, left shaken unsupported, wretchedly sinking, which reaches out its feelers for sympathy, catches at the first pen etrable pomt, ana clings lute a helpless vine to the sunny-sided wall of the nearest consolation. If you wish to marry a girl and can't, and are weak enough to desire her still, this is what you should do : get some eapable man to jilt her. Then seize your chance. All the affections which have gone out to him, unmet, ready to droop, quivering with the painful, hungry in stinct to grasp some object, may possibly lay hold of you. .Let the world sneer ; but liod pity such natures, which lack the laith and fortitude to live and die true to their best love ! ' "Out of my own mouth do I condemn myself? Very well, I condemn myself; peccavi ! : If I had ever loved Margaret, then I did not love Elora. The same heart cannot find its counterpart indifferently in two such opposites. What charmed me in one was her purity, softness, and depth ol soul. What fascinated me in the other was her bloom, beauty, and passion. Which was the true sympathy ? 1 ; ' "I did not stop to ask that question' when it was most important that it should be seriously considered. I rushed into the crowd of competitors for Flora's smiles, and distanced them all. I was pleased and proud that she took no pains to conceal her preference for me. We played chess ; we read poetry out of the same book ; we ate at the same table ; we sat and watched the sea together, for hours, in those clear, bright days; we promenaded the deck at sunset, her hand upon my arm, her lips forever turning up tenderly towards me, her eyes pouring their passion into me. Then those glorious nights, when the ocean was a vast, wild, fluctu ating stream, flashing and sparkling about the ship, spanned with a quivering bridge ol splendor on one side, and rolling off into awful darkness and mystery, on the other; when the moon seemed swinging among the shrouds like a ball of white fire ; when the few ships went by like silent ghosts ; and 1' Iora and I, in a long trance of happiness, kept the deck, heedless of the throng ot promenaders, lorgetlul ol the past, reck less of the future, aware only ot our own romance, and the richness ot the present hour. 41 Joseph, my traveling-companion, looked on, and wrote letters. He showed me one of these, addressed to a friend of Margaret's. In it he extolled Flora's beauty, piquancy, and supremacy; related how she made all the women jealous and all the men mad ; and hinted at my triumph. I knew that that letter would

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meet Margaret's eyes, and was vaiu enough to lie pleased. 44 At last, one morning, at daybreak, I went on deck, and saw the shores of England". Only a few davs before, we had left America behind us, "brown and leaf-' ' less, just emerging from the long gloom of winter; and now the slopes of another world arose green and inviting in the flush of spring. There was a bracing breeze; the dingy waters of the Mersey rolled up in wreaths of beauty ; the fleets of ships, steamers, sloops, lighters, pilot-boats, bounding over the waves, meeting, tacking, plunging, swaying gracefully under the full-swelliiig canvas, presented a picture of wonderful animation ; and the mingling lines of sunshine and mist hung over all. I paced the deck, solemnly joyful, swift thoughts pulsing through me of a dim far-off 'Margaret, of a near radiant Flora, of hope and happiness superior to fate. It was one of those tunes when the excited soul transfigures the world, and we marvel how we could ever succumb to a transient sorrow while the whole universe blooms, and an infinite future waits to open for us it doors of wonder and joy. "In this state of mind I was joined by Flora. She laid her hand on my arm, and we walked up and down together. She was serious, almost sad, and she viewed . the English hills with a pensiveness which became her better than mirth. ' 44 'So,' she sighed, 'all our little romances come to an -end!' , ... ,.- . 44 4Not so,' I said ; 4or if one romance ends, it is togive place to another, still truer and sweeter. Our lives may be all a succession of romances, if we will make them so. I think now I will never doubt the future ; for I find, that, when I have given up my dearest hopes, my best-beloved friends, and accepted the gloomy belief that all life besides is barren, then comes some new experience, filling my empty cup with a still more delicious wine." " " 'Don't vex me with your philosophy !' said Flora. 'I don't know anything about it. ' All I know is this present, this sky, this earth, this sea, and the joy between, which I can't give up quite so easilv as you can,' with your beautiful theory, that something better awaits you.' : . '..'...: MI 41 'I have told you,' I replied, for I had been quite frank with her, 'how I left America, what a blank life was to me then ; and did I not turn my back upon an mat to meet lace to lace the greatest happiness which I have ever vet known ? Ought not this to give me faith in the divinity that shapes our ends ?' - " 'And so,' she answered, 'when I have lost you, I shall have the satisfaction of thinking that you are eiw joying some still more exquisite consolation for the Biigm, jiangs you may have lelt at parting Irom me Your philosophy will make it easy for you to say, "Good-bye! it was a pretty romance; I go to find prettier ones still"; and then forget me altogether!' . "'And you,' I said, 'will that be easy for you ?' I i 44 'Yes,' she cried with spirit, 'anything is easy to a proud, impetuous woman, who finds that the brief romance of a ten-days' acquaintance has already become tiresome to the second yarty. I am glad I have enjoyed what I have ; that is so much gain, of which you cannot rob me ; and now I can say good-bye as coolly as you, or I can die of shame, or I can at once walk over this single rail into the water, and quench this little candle, and so an end !' "She sprang upon a bench, and, I swear to you, I thought she was going down ! I was so exalted by this passionate demonstration, that I should certainly have gone over with her, and felt perfectly content to die in her arms, at least, until I began to realize what a' very disagreeable bath we had chosen to drown in. : "I drew her away ; I walked up and down with that superb creature panting and palpitating almost upon, my heart ; I poured into her ear I know not what extravagant vows ; and before the slow-handed sailors had fastened their cable to the buoy in the channel, we had knotted a more subtile and difficult noose, not to be so easily undone! , ' ' -. "Now see what strange, variable fools we are I Months of tender intercourse had failed to bring about anything like a positive engagement between Margaret and mysell'; and here behold me irrevocably pledged to Flora, after a brief ten-days' acquaintance 1 "Six mortal hours were exhausted in making the steamer fast, in sending off' her Majesty's mails, of which the cockney speaks with a tone of reverence altogether disgusting to us free-minded Yankees, and in entertaining the custom-house inspectors, who paid a long and tedious visit to the saloon and our luggage. Then we were suffered to land, and enter the noisy, solid streets of Liverpool, amid the donkeys and beggars and quaint scenes which strike the American eo oddly upon a first visit. All this delay, the weariness and impatience, the contrast between the morning and the hard, grim reality of mid-day, brought me down from my elevation. I felt alarmed to think of what had passed. I seemed to have been doing some wild, unadvised act in a fit of intoxication. Margaret came up' before me, sad, silent, reproachful ; and as I gazed upon Flora's bedimmed face, I wondered how I had been so charmed. ' ' ' 11 ' . 41 We took the first train for London, where we arrived at midnight Two weeks in that vast Babel, then, ho I for Paris ! Twelve hours by rail and steam- .- er carried us out of John Bull's dominions into the brilliant metropolis of his French neighbor. Joseph accompanied us, and wrote letters home, filled with gossip which I knew, or hoped, would make Margaret writhe. I had not found it so easy to forgei her as I had supposed it would be. Flora's power over me was sovereign ; but when I was weary of the dazzle and whirl of the life she led me, when I looked into the depths of heart, and saw what the thin film of passion aud pleasure concealed, in those serious moments which would come, and my soul put stern ques-. tions to me, then, Sir, then Margaret had her revenge. ' " "A month, crowded and glittering with novelty and incident, precede our departure for Switzerland. I accompanied Flora's party ; Joseph remained behind. We left Paris about the middle of June, and returned in September. I have no words to speak of that era' in my life.. I saw, enjoyed, suffered, learned so much l Flora was always glad, magnificent, irresistible. But, as I knew her longer, my moments of misgiving, became more frequent and profound. If I had aspired' to nothing higher than a life of sensuous delights, showould have been all I could wish. But "We were to spend the winter in Italy. Meanwhile, we had another month in Paris. Here I had found Joseph again, who troubled me a good deal with certain rumors he had received concerning Margaret. According to these, she had been in feeble health ever since we left, and her increasing delicacy was beginning to alarm her friends. 'But,' added another of Joseph's correspondents, 'don't lot Westwood flatter himself that he is the cause, for she is cured of him; and there is talk of an engagement between her and a handsome young clergyman, who is both eloquent and fascinating.' "This bit of gossip made me very bitter and angry. 'Forget me so soon ?' I said ; 'and receive the attention of another man ?' You see how consistent I was, to condemn her for her very fault I had myself been . so eager to commit ! "Well, the round of rides, excursions, soirees, visits to the operas and theatres, walks on the Boulevards, and in the galleries of the LouvTe, ended at last The evening before we were to set out for the South of France, I was at my lodgings, unpacking and repacking the luggage which I had left in Joseph's care during my absence among the Alps ; I was melancholy, dissatisfied with the dissipations which had exhausted contested on the fourth page. . ,