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his mind there was the clear and un- of self-sacrifice for me! Brooke, I know clouded recollection of that scene which that you love me, and that you love me had called forth his act of self-surrender. better than all the world, and better than As he looked at Talbot, he saw her eyes life itself. Keep your words to yourself, fastened on his with an expression such if you choose. Lock your lips tight. Save as he had seen there before more than your plighted word, if you can; but, after once-a look which told him of all that all, your heart is mine. I know that you was in her heart. He held out his hands. love me, and me only, and, Brooke-oh, She held out hers to meet them, and he Brooke! you know-well-well you know seized them in a convulsive grasp. Thus how dearly I-love-you!" they stood, holding one another's hands, It was his Talbot who said this, and she and looking into one another's eyes and said it to him, and she said it at the very hearts.

time when he was all quivering under the Talbot's eyes were moist with tears that influence of his own mighty love, and the trembled in them, and her lips quivered magnetism of her look and of her touch. as though she was about to speak. But His head fell bowed down nearer to her as Brooke said not one word.

she spoke; he trembled from head to foot. At last Talbot burst forth.

He tore away his hands from her grasp, “Brooke," said she, impetuously, "you flung his arms around her, and strained may keep silent if you choose, but I will her again and again to his breast in a connot, for I can not. I will speak, Brooke. vulsive energy of passion.

His voice was My life is yours, for you have saved it, all broken, and was scarce audible as in and henceforth all old ties belonging to agitated tones he murmured in her ear: my old life are broken. From this time “Talbot! Talbot, darling! I love you! I fling all the past away forever, and be

I adore you!

I never knew what love was gin life anew.

till I met you!" Brooke looked at her with unutterable Talbot now proceeded to take off the agitation.

priest's dress, in which task she had been “Oh, Talbot, Talbot, what do you interrupted by Brooke. He again tried mean?"

to dissuade her, but in vain. Talbot drew nearer and spoke further. “No,” said she; “it only gets me into Her eyes were fixed on his with a deeper trouble. If I am to be taken prisoner and more earnest gaze; her voice was low again, it shall be in my true character. and slow and tremulous, and at every This disguise may be useful to you." word there went a thrill through all the And with these words Talbot removed being of the man to whom she spoke. the dress, and stood forth in her own propAnd this man to whom she spoke was one er costume, that of an English lady, as whose idol she had already grown to be; she was when Brooke first met her. whose heart her presence filled with silent And now the two went out to procure delight; through whom her glance flashed water for the wounded prisoners. with the force of lightning; through whose frame her lightest touch could send a tremor of ecstasy. This man she now held, GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORROW. her hands clasped in his, her eyes fixed on his, and her lips uttering words such The fires are all burned out, the lamps are low, as he had never heard before.

The guests are gone, the cups are drained and dry. “Oh, Brooke," said Talbot, “I will

Here, then, was somewhat once of revelry, speak! Brooke-noble, tender heart !-

But now no more at all the fires shall glow,

Nor you love me, and with all the strength of

song be heard, nor laughter, nor wine flow. Honor forbids you to say this

Chill is the air; gray gleams the wintry sky;

Through lifeless boughs drear winds begin to in words, but you say it in every look, and

sigh. it is spoken in every tone of your voice, 'Tis time, my heart, for us to rise and go and I feel it in every touch of your hands. Up the steep stair, till that dark room we gain Can I not read it in your eyes, Brooke, Where sleep awaits us, brooding by that bed every time that you look at me? Most On which who lies forgets all joy and pain, of all, can I not see how you love me Nor weeps in dreams for some sweet thing long when you fling your life away for me? fled. But what is that last act of yours? It is 'Tis cold and lonely now;' set wide the door : nothing more than the sequel of long acts | Good-morrow, heart, and rest thee evermore.

your soul.


THE WOOD-NYMPH-A SCULPTOR'S ROMANCE. ADY MARY EVELINA ANGELINA not been of a kind to justify ambitious

TERESA TALBOT, ætat. seventeen undertakings on her own account, unaidand a half, sat in the garden of her aunt's ed and without copy. Something simhouse on Campden Hill, Kensington, and ple, in the way of a barn, a pump, or a tried hard to draw a cow from memory. hay-stack, might have been forgiven her,

It was June, and the sun glanced amid but her ladyship was self-willed and a the golden threads of her hair, and danced trifle spoiled, and being in the mood to in her great blue eyes, and played about draw a cow from memory, a cow from the corners of a mouth framed to weaken memory she would draw. men's virtue. She wore a yellow dress of Her father was a marquis, poor, and a soft material that was neither too loose passionate lover of art. He had endeavornor too constraining, and from beneath ed to imbue his only daughter with somethe edge a shoe with strap unfastened, thing of his own taste for painting and and in the shoe a yellow silk stocking, sculpture; and she, loving her father dear and in the stocking a foot that Cinderella ly, had tried to please him in this, as in might have envied, escaped and showed most other things; and, though curiously themselves fearlessly.

inapt with pencil and brush, had cultivaA cow is a horrid thing to draw; I ted them both as diligently as she ever wonder whether I could turn it into a cultivated anything. But her ladyship sheep ?" said her ladyship.

was perfectly aware that she had underIt was a very pleasant place where Lady taken a hopeless task, and laughed at herMary sat. The house itself was low and self and her efforts in the frankest manwide, with a veranda, vine-grown and ner possible. The marquis was in Italy, shady, running the whole length of it. worshipping, as he had done a hundred Windows on either side the door opened times before, in every gallery, cathedral, upon the lawn, which was verdant and and church, and while he was away his velvety. The garden was long and fairly daughter staid with her aunts, the Honorbroad, laid out at the end nearest the house ables Susan and Ethel Talbot, at their in small beds, the brightness of which house on Campden Hill, the better to proswas a sort of avowal that the gardener ecute her studies at the school. had some potent charm against the demons * A horse is a more horrid thing to draw of smoke and fog. At the lower end the than a cow or a sheep," said her ladyship, garden became a miniature orchard, and poked her pencil into the eye of the studded with gnarled and moss - grown nondescript beast upon the paper. "I apple and cherry trees, whose quaint forms think I have done quite enough drawing compensated in some degree their almost for to-day,” she said, presently. “I'll go total barrenness. In the midst of the fruit and read in the tree till lunch-time." trees, and towering high above them, was She picked up a French novel which an oak, well-branched and leafy, around lay on its face beside her, and went toward whose spreading base ferns and ivy grew the oak in the orchard. “The flies are in rich luxuriance.

a great nuisance," observed her ladyship. It was, in a word, such a house and such “Why can't we have summer without a garden as one might look to find in some flies? In the winter, when it's cold, and quiet corner of the country, set in the you don't go out in the garden, there are midst of wide windy fields and shadowy none. It is a most ridiculous arrangelanes, but which in London, and even on ment.” Campden Hill, had an appearance of be- She reached the tree, and prepared to ing deliciously out of place.

mount into her favorite seat. “But I re“A sheep is a more horrid thing to ally must do something with the flies," draw than a cow," said her ladyship. "I remarked her ladyship. Let me see: wonder if I could turn it into a horse ?" they like cows, don't they? I wonder if

In plain truth, Lady Mary had no busi- they'd know this was a cow if I pinned it ness to be drawing either cows, sheep, or to the tree? It isn't much more like a cow horses, from memory or otherwise. She than a sheep since I've mended it, and not was, to be sure, a student at the South much more like a cow or a sheep than a Kensington School, but the progress she horse; but the flies might take it for one had made during six or eight months had or the other, and I believe they like all three. I'll try the pious fraud on them ant, who was doing the rough part of the anyhow.” And she took a couple of gold-work. Presently this other man began headed pins from her dress and attached to carry in busts and full-length figures, in the drawing to the trunk of the tree. plaster, terra cotta, and marble, and to

Then, being observed of no observers, arrange them under the direction of his Lady Mary, with all the ease in the world, superior. swung herself on to the nearest bough, "Ah!" said her ladyship, softly, "he's and climbed from that to the bough above a sculptor. Those are his numerous works it, where, with neighboring twigs, and a of art. How stupid that I'm not learnquantity of ferns and grass, sprinkled over ing to model instead of to draw! How with rose leaves, which she had carried glad papa would be if he knew that a from below, she had made herself a seat sculptor had come to work in the next and a bower. Here she ensconced herself, garden !" which shows that an Arcadian and found Dumas fils more interesting simplicity reigned in the youthful bosom than the cow.

of Lady Mary. The garden was joined by another gar- “I'll write and tell papa-at least I'll den, and against the low boundary wall think about it,” which shows that with was built a studio, which had been empty the Arcadian simplicity was combined a for months past. One of the great win- certain useful gift of after-thought in the dows of the studio commanded a full view youthful bosom of Lady Mary. of the garden where was the oak-tree in By-and-by the putting in order seemed which Lady Mary studied nature in the to come to an end, and there ensued a pages of Dumas fils. Her ladyship had brief pecuniary transaction between the often looked toward the studio, in the first man and that other man, in which emptiness of which she found another of some silver and copper coins were transthose ridiculous arrangements for which, ferred from the pocket of the former to in her estimation, nature was to be ac- the palm of the latter. Then that other counted blameworthy. In this instance man went away, and the first man was she had gone so far as to inveigh against left alone. the builder of the studio, who, she said, Presently he stepped out of the studio, ought to have known better than to put and stood in the garden close by the up a studio which it did not appear that boundary wall. anybody intended ever again to occupy. Lady Mary with quiet haste opened the

"I think he might pull his studio down volume of Dumas fils, and read the last if he can't let it, or, at the least, he might page over again, upside down. And all give it away to somebody,” her ladyship the while she did this she observed the had frequently said to herself-an observa- man attentively. She saw that he was tion which makes it evident that her ideas young and well made, and that his figure on the subject of political economy were deserved a better coat; that he had brown scarcely more distinct than her recollec- hair and brown eyes, and a brown beard tions of the outward and visible form of a trimmed in the fashion of Vandyck. All cow.

this Lady Mary saw and noted while Having finished her book, Lady Mary reading Dumas fils upside down. fell into a maiden's reverie, from which "There being a man in sight, it is of she was presently roused by an unwonted course natural that my shoe should be sound in the direction of the studio. She unfastened," said her ladyship, levelling looked that way, and uttered an exclama- a mild sarcasm at her own neglect of her tion of surprise. “My!” said her lady- person. “But I don't think,” she added, ship, “there's a man in the studio!" curling herself daintily amongst the

This was evident; and, what was more, leaves, and gently drawing in the foot the man was apparently putting the studio with the offending slipper-"I don't think in order with intent to occupy it.

the young man can see me." “After all, it's really a very good place Oh, fie, Lady Mary! Your little ladyfor a studio, you know,” said Lady Mary ship is perfectly aware that that is a fib. to herself ; "and of course the landlord The young man can see you very well incouldn't help its lying empty for a while. deed, and is wondering with all his artistI wonder who the man is ?”

ic soul what rare bird you are that have He was busy, whoever he was, and with nestled so sweetly in the boughs of the him was another man, seemingly an assist- | venerable oak. Possibly even he is calling to mind that one Dante, a poet, saw catch the flies yesterday,” answered her men transformed into trees in a certain ladyship. “Thank you, Charles; thank place which you must know at least by you, Wilkins; I'm afraid you must be name if you have read your Bible as quite tired. Oh, my poor cow! and I diligently as you read Dumas fils, and is meant it for a birthday present for papa." ardently wishing that Providence, or the However, the creature had suffered noruler of that certain place where Dante thing worse than a slight wetting by the went, would give him for a few moments dew, for the insects, by general consent, the form of an oak, with your ladyship had contemptuously let it alone. perching on one of his branches.

Lady Mary took up a position a little “Mary, will you come to luncheon ?" nearer than usual to the boundary wall, a lady's voice called, in low grave tones. doubtless because, the day being more

“I am coming, auntie dear,” cooed the than ordinarily warm, the shade was pretty bird in the oak; and flying lightly thicker at that spot. to the ground, with Dumas fils under her She had not been long at work when wing, she sped over the grass, and disap- she heard the side window of the studio peared through the open window.

softly lifted, but she bent her beautiful The brown beard trimmed in the fash- head over the drawing-board in her lap, ion of Vandyck was visibly agitated; and and diligently shaded the cow's back. after casting another glance at the nest Presently she knew that some one sprang whence the bird had flown, the owner of gently out of the window on to the grass; the beard returned to the studio, arrayed but she bent her beautiful head more closehimself in a big apron, and went to work ly than ever over the drawing-board, and on a plaster figure in the centre of the laid on patches of shading so thickly that room.

the cow appeared to be breaking out in all After luncheon the barouche which was parts of its body with some curious and engaged for the season drove up from the dire disease. By-and-by her ladyship was livery - stables, and Lady Mary accompa- aware that her performance was being nied her aunts on a constitutional in Hyde watched from the other side of the wall; Park. In the evening there was meet and then, though she never once lifted her ing, at the house of the rector, of one of beautiful head from the paper, she shot a the philanthropic societies which enjoyed single swift glance from under her silken the patronage of the Honorable Susan and eyelashes in the direction of the house. the Honorable Ethel, which those ladies Seconds slipped into minutes, during and their niece attended: so the garden which the pencil of Lady Mary performed was deserted for the rest of the day. wondrous feats on the drawing-paper, and

But the next morning the sun shone the cow was made to suffer from ever new brightly, and after breakfast Lady Mary and more dire diseases. Then, on the othsaid to herself, “I'll tackle the cow." er side of the wall, there burst, not rudeShe searched for that animal, but could ly, nor loudly, but, as it seemed, involunnot find it; neither could Wilkins, her tarily, this singular exclamation: ladyship's maid ; neither could Charles “Shade of Correggio! she has left out Edward, the footman.

the tail !" “You are sure, Wilkins and Charles, Lady Mary started and looked quickly that you know a cow when you see a round, and saw the brown eyes and the cow ?" said Lady Mary, and both those Vandyck beard of the sculptor. If her well-trained domestics answered that they ladyship was slightly startled, the sculptor did; though, to be sure, they might have on his part appeared to be overwhelmknown cows intimately from their youth ed with confusion, nor did his interestup, and have failed nevertheless to recog-ing beard conceal his quickly gathering nize in the handiwork of Lady Mary a blushes. counterfeit presentment of one of the His head being bare, of course he could race.

not lift his hat, but he said, “I beg your “Lor', my lady, aren't that the hanimil pardon ; it was exceedingly rude of me, a-stickin' to the hoak-tree in the garding ?" but—but you have left out the tail." exclaimed Charles Edward, when the house Lady Mary turned her head again, and had been turned upside down in the looked at her drawing. “Good gracious! search.

so I have,” she said ; "I thought there was “Oh yes, to be sure; I put it there to something wrong with the animal.”

In point of truth, there was a good deal | twenty-four years of age, who, though he that was wrong with the animal; but the loved his art, had not as yet found it a sculptor, not being her ladyship's draw- golden one. He did not support an aged ing-master, did not feel called on to ex- father, or a bedridden mother, or any bropose its manifold short-comings. He only thers or sisters, for he had none to supsaid, “And I am really afraid that you port; and this was perhaps fortunate, for have hardly left room to put it in.” hitherto he had barely been able to sup

Her ladyship frankly acknowledged port himself. He had genius, so the Acadthat she did not think she bad, “unless it emy, the Pall Mall, and the Times had was a very little tail."

said; but his genius had not yet made it“But the cow, you see, is a very large self patent to the eyes of the purchasing cow," urged the polite sculptor,

public. He had exhibited for four years "So it is,” said Lady Mary, sadly; “rath- both at Burlington House and the Groser too large for the picture, I'm afraid. I venor; but his commissions had been think I'll let the tail alone."

few, and he had more than once been “But if you do that, the cow will hard-obliged to proffer small amounts “on acly be true to nature.” The sculptor was count” to his landlady and his laundress, well aware that the addition of a tail would instead of settling their bills in full. Havnot bring that cow within a long distance ing no friends amongst countesses, earls, of nature, but he kept his knowledge to members of Parliament, queens, chaphimself.

lains, or stock-brokers, he had not been “I suppose there are no cows without successful in any public competition; and tails,"observed Lady Mary, despondently. being sufficiently inexperienced to retain

I believe not, in the natural state. I what he called a conscience, he had perhave not met with the breed. But you sistently refused to do work which he said might represent it to be an Irish cow, would have lowered him in his own estiwhich a moonlighter has just mutilated mation as an artist. Naturally, then, he by way of expressing his sense of his coun- was, in point of pocket, about as poor a try's wrongs."

sculptor as might be met with in all Ken“But I wanted the picture to suggest sington, Brompton, and Chelsea; and he peace and bliss and-and that kind of had thankfully accepted from a friend thing," she said.

the loan of a studio on Campden Hill, in "And it would be neither blissful nor which, as has been seen, he had just taken peaceful for the cow if she had just lost her up his quarters. tail,” observed the sculptor. “But,” he In the afternoon of the day following,

suddenly, “if you would lend me the while the aunts were driving in the Park, drawing for a short time, I think that I Lady Mary received from her cousin, Lady could get over the difficulty."

Ellen Barbecue, a brown paper package “You are very kind indeed," answered containing two lively and moving works Lady Mary, and handed the cow over the in the French language, and selecting wall without more ado. "The drawing that which appeared to be the liveliest and is for papa,” she added, “and I should most moving, carried it into the garden to like it to be as nice as possible. Please read. From the open window of the studon't talk to me any more now, for the dio issued, in an agreeable barytone voice, False Prophet is looking down the gar- a song charged with the most sorrowful den;" and her ladyship became absorbed sentiment, in which the singer told how in studying the ivy plants along the wall. the scorn of a lady had driven him into

The Vandyck beard and the cow van- rapid consumption, from which the most ished into the studio.

eminent London physicians assured him The next day Lady Mary did not appear that he could not recover. in the garden at all, but the sculptor's eye "He sings very nicely," said Lady Mary caught the flutter of a yellow dress at an to herself; “but I wish he would sing upper window, and after that he worked something less doleful.” In a moment, with greater zest throughout the after- as if by magic, the burden of the song

The cow stood on the chimney changed, and the singer told how the lady piece in the studio, furnished with an ele- had relented at the eleventh hour, and regant tail, which had been attached to the covered him from galloping consumption body in the deftest manner possible. to the most perfect health.

The sculptor was one Hubert Hinton, “That is something like," said Lady


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