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BUIDING UroN TIE lAID.
BY ELIZA cooK.
'Tis well to woo, 'tis well to wed,
For so the world has done
Since myrtles grew, and roses blew,
And morning brought the sun.
But have a care, ye young and fair,
Be sure ye pledge with truth;
Be certain that your love will wear
Beyond the days of youth.
For if ye give not heart for heart,
As well as hand for hand,
You'll find you've played the "unwise" part,
And " built upon the sand."
'Tis well to save, 'tis well to have,
A goodly store of gold,
And hold enough, of shining stuff,
For charity is cold.
But place not all your hopes and trust
In what the deep mine brings;
We cannot live on yellow dust
Unmixed with purer things.
And he who piles up wealth alone,
Will often have to stand
Beside his coffer chest and own
'Tis "built upon the sand."
'Tis good to speak in kindly guise,
And soothe whate'er we can;
For speech should bind the human mind,
And love link man to man.
But stay not at the gentle words,
Let the deeds with language dwell;
The one who pities starving birds,
Should scatter crumbs as well.
The mercy that is warm and true,
Must kud a helping hand,
For those who talk, yet fail to do,
But " build upon the sand."
For the Edgefleld Advertiser.
THE DOMESTIC SERPENT.
BY JENNY WOODBINE.
"Alas! there are fall many thorns
In life's extended field
eneath the rosy: whieh fairest glows,.
A .erpentaisseoneealed.' :
But Truth will discolor them. Once I too
had such visions-stow the mask has fallen from
my eyes, as it .will from yours. I have extin
guished the lamp of romance, and view things
by common daylight. Water seems clear, and
beautiful when viewed by the naked eye-you
thirst to taste it. Take a mycroscope-look at
the same thing, and the filth and corruption
will sicken you. Thus it is with life. Within
the bed of roses which seems fairest a serpent
lies hidden-.a hideous thing coiled, and ready
to strike. The world is but a den of serpents.
We have the parlor serpent; the domestic ser
pent; the bosom serpent, and the serpent at
large. You will be stung onevery side, Marcia
Wilton; for in your silly confidence, you are
far more blind than the beggar who asked alms
of you last evening. Let me prove it to you:
What do you think of Clara Ware?"
"She is a clever, true hearted girl."
" The parlor serpent. Lizzie Clayton ?"
"0 Lizzie is constancy itself. She is my
" Bosom aerpent rather. Benedict Arnold was
a traitor to his country. She is a traitor to
everything that trusts in he:-. Oscar Rayton ?'
"Clever, witty, brilliant-another friend of
"For heaven's sake never utter that odious
syllable in my hearing. Friend ! friend ! I had
rather be seized with deafness than hear that
word again. I have lived in the-world twenty
five years with my eyes wide open, and never
yet discovered that article, friend. Imitations
I have seen-gross counterfeits--plenty of them,
even as I have seen miserable daubs, and heard
them called 'exquisite paintings.' Oscar Rayton
is the serpent at large."
"Inez, why are your eyes so constituted that
you can see only the dpformed leg."
" Tut ! child, go to-there's no other leg to
The two ladies sat in a superb dressing room,
waiting for the arrival of the carriage which
was to convey them to Mrs. Rayton's magnifi
cimt party. In ten minutes after the above
conversation they *ere in that brilliant hall,
"the observed of all observers." There was a
strange resemblance between them, and yet
-they were very unlike in their beauty. Marcia
Wdrton, attired in a pink silk of some light, del
icate texture, with her soft, dark eyes, rosy lips,
and short, crispy curls, won a vast deal of ad
mniration ; but In Lowell was emphatically
the 'queen' or the throng. She was truly a
magnificent woman. -Her formr was fully de
reloped, her stature rather above the ordinary
height of women.
She wore a heavy black velvet dress, which
well suited her queen-like style of beauty.
H~er armts,'and shoulders, white as Parian mar
ble, weiehare but covered with costly jewels.
In her heW, which was black as ebon darkness,
and wound.ina turban folds around a high, pale
forehead, ahe wore crimson Dahlias, which
Sformeds appy contrast to the jetty locks with
ri" which they were intertwined. Her face was
colorless, but her lips-strange fact-were al
most the color of the Dahlhas she wore. 11er
ieyes shamed the night for blackness, and out
spr h diamonds in her bosom. Then
hherer queen-like step, so full of digni
yyh eyes beaming with the suppressed fires
of he nature. Truly did young Maitland say.
as he gazed upon her, perfectly dazzled by hei
beauty, and magnificence, "It were a fearful
thing to be loved by such a woman."
She seldom smiled, and when she did it was
a mockery of a smile; a stiflig sneer of con
tempt ; a kind of fiendish exultation of superi
ority; a spark from the slumbering fire of a
volcano. And yet no woman ever had more
admirers than Inez Lowell. Her beauty ; her
hauteur; her eccentricities, and the veil of mys
tery which enwrapped her as in an impenetra
ble mantle, all conspired to excite curiosity and
admiration. Yet she endured rather than ac
cepted the homage so freely paid her, and in
return gave her admirers a bitter epigram, or
one of her sneering smiles. When she entered
a rgom, with her colorless face, and heavy black
garments-an embodied queen of night-a sky
of blackness covered with sparkling stars, all
conversation for the time was hushed. She had
no 'intimates'-nay perhaps as she said to
Marcia, she had no friends, for a woman who
commands universal admiration, and who stoops
not to flatter, seldom has friends among her own
sex, and perchance never a true one amid the
other,-for who loves a celebrity?
And yet Inez Lowell had once been the slave
of man; had once bowed that haughty neck to
recieve the caress of love; had once with those
proud, jewelled, little fingers, parted the locks
from a fair, pale forehead, and imprinted there
the kiss of love. Did she look like it, as she
stood near Harvey Maitland, sneering at his
well-timed compliments, and assuring him in
her clear, melodious voice that " Love was a
humbug, fit only for 'bread and butter' misses,
and eighteen year old Oollege students ?"
"Who is she, Ned'?" asked a youth with a
flashy neck-cloth, of a bird. of like feather
"Oh ! a second Hagar Withers. In short, my
unsophisticated friend, a deserted wife. " Name
it not in Goth--publish it not in the streets of
Askalon," but "pity 'tis, 'tis true." They say
she has a devilish temper, and I guess Lowell
concluded,, with Solomon that "'tis better to
live on the corner of a house-top than in a wide
house with a contentious woman." I think he
had a lucky escape, for she withered me to night
vith one of her lightning-like glances. Mrs.
vortons' Dream, was 'not all a dream' whenshe
"While the juet world, beholding thee bereft;
Scorns, not Ai ein-but thee-for being left."
"But where is the 'Don,' Ned'?"
" Oh ! he, after obtaining a divorce, married
"So should I, egad! I guess the frost-work
could melt away from yonder mountain of
ride then. Here she is again. Harvey is in
Mark the metamorphosis. As soon as Inez
ppeared, both those young gents were ready
:o scale mountains for a single glance from her
>rod eyes. And Ned Bowers, forgetting how
'reely he had used her name ('fashionables'
ave treacherous memories) assured her he
would make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem on bare
'ot, if she would only give him a single leaf
'rom her bouquet.
"You shall have it all, Mr. Bowers," replied
nez with a smile that was positively bewitch
ng, "if you will only mix one grain of common
ense with your next fine speech."
A titter went round the room at his discom
iture, for 'in society' one laughs alike at wit, or
But we are neglecting Marcia Wilton, so true
t is that in the presence of Inez Lowell all
hings eLse are forgotten. She had first been
ntroduced to a Senator, whom for convenience
ake we will call Col. Lynn.
" You are quiet to night, Miss Wilton."
" I am studying society in one of its most
aLUring, but deceptive phases."
" A sober study for one so young.-Your
" That there is enough hypocrisy in this one
-o to make fifty Judas Iscariots, if it was
:onnected with that which alone can make a
" A sweeping m~sertion, and it blows the dust
rm my eyes."
"I shall bklieve that Inez is atrue prophetess."
The gentleman started. " And who is Inez ?"
Marcia stared athim inastonishsment. "What!
ot know our reigning belle-the star, in whose
presence we arc but ' better lights.' I dare-say
oare the only gentleman in the room, who
would ask, with that nonchalant air, " Who is
" But T am a stranger--have just entered the
room. Still I should like to hear more of your
" There she is standing near the Iharp in that
black velvet dIress. Is she not brilliant ?"
"She certainly does not lack self-.possession.
She would grace the boards. Tell me something
"I am not at liberty," said Marcia with digni
ty, " to make 3ny frienid's private history a
theme of discussion with a stranger. Any body
in the room can tell you about Mrs. Lowell."
"AMrs. Lowell-pricate history-there must
be a bit of romance here. Pardon me,"Miss
Wilton, hut where is the chieftain of this beau
If Col. Lynn had not been the most polished
gentleman in the world, and if his words, com
mon place as they were, had not been uttered
with persuasive eloquence, Marcia would have
been offended ; as it ivis she only smiled.
" I well tell you thus much of her-she is a
" Oh ! a literary celebrity." Ie slightly
sneered, " I might have known it by the easy
assurance of her manner. Nothing gives a wo
man so much self-possession as to be paraded in
the public Journals as 'the gifted author of
that thrilling romance, so and so.' But what
is her nom de plume."
"'Florine Sanders.' You have certainly read
The gentleman had read them, and the curl left
his lip. Did he not remember that the perusal
of one of those seerching romances had inca
pacitated him to deliver an oration?
" And do I really breathe the same air with
the gifted 'Florine?' I certainly would not have
identified that gifted woman, whom I have
voweda hundred times to kneel to and worship,
with yonder ball-room belle. Yes, I have read
her works, and I have often wondered if a wo
man really wrote them. Not that I doubt the
capacity of your sex, Miss Wilton, but she
must be that rare thing, a creature with a mas
culine mind, but a womanly heart-taking from
each sex, its virtues. Yes, I admire Florine,
but she is a rare anomaly, and writes as though
her pen had been dipped in gall."
"Shall I present you ?" asked the wonder
ing Marcia. "Not yet, wait until my wife (the
little lady yonder in white satin) is ready to
recieve an introduction also. You see I am a
perfect model of conjugal prudence, and fideli
"You are a bitter satirist-the most polished
piece of steel I have ever met with," thought
Marcia as she excused herself, and hurried
across the room to answer an eye summons
"With whom were you conversing, Marcia?"
was her hurried question.
"Col. Lynn-the greatest curiosity."
"Harvey, open those blinds if you pleace
the room is stifling-Now fan me," said Inez
" Harvey !" repeated Marcia to herself, " they
are growing wondrous intimate." And she
glanced at the flowers Harvey Maitland held
flowers which Inez had worn in her hair,-then
glanced down, and sighed.
Inez saw it all with her searching eyes, and
a look of contemptuos pity shot athwart her
dark features, as she asked,
"' And what was your oddity, Col. Lynn,
saying of me?"
"Praising your genius, but he said your pen
must have been dipped in gall."
"Tell him that it was," answered Inez, while
her eyes looked like half-sheathed daggers.
"Tell him that I dip it in my own heart's blood
-and that is all bitterness-all gall !"
Harvey Maitland siezed the little jewelled..
fingers which twitched so
sel of the fringed curtain, at
don't send such a message t -
" Stranger !" she lagghed
ing the half tender;ialf .
Maitland "deainithp~ e's E
--As Marcia delivered the
and turned to Oscar Rayton,
heard a voice behind her mutt -.... .Ix
if her pride does not suffer yet." She turned
quickly but Col. Lynn had rejoined his wife;
and so she set it down as fancy.
In five minutes more, she was standing near
Inez, and Maitland. Poor Marcia! she did not
know it herself, but everybody el.e did,- that
she always contrived to be near Harvey. Mrs.
Rayton floated up the room, and presented to
'Mrs.Lowell,' ' Col. Lynn, and lady.'
Yes, the introduction took place neath the
full blaze of chandeliers. And no one thought
it at all singular, only some one remarked that
'Mrs. Lynn's eyes looked like beasalisks,' while
Mrs. Lowell was perfectly composed, and seemed
rore grand, and dignified than ever.
" Mr. Maitland, shall we exchange compan
ions T' asked Vol. Lynn with a bow and smile.
Harvey glauced at Inez, " Yes-certainly,"
sad she, "I will show Col. Lynn the conserva
" What a handsome match they would muake,"
said half-a-dozen voices, as they walked proudly
down the room-the tips of Inez' tiny fingers
scarcely touching his sleeve.
" The only man I ever saw worthy to be the
husband of such a woman."
"Hush-here comes his wife with Rtayton.
Ha ! ha ! Marcia Wilton has maneuzered until
she has captured Harvey at last."
Inez soon returned but without Col. Lynn,
with whom she parted at the door, and grasp
ing Harvey's arm said 'aloud, "See us to our
carriage if you please." It was a command,
but Harvey obeyed, although a number of
voices remonstrated "Not so soon Mrs. Lowell
-'tis only twelve."
But Mrs. Lowell never swerved from a pur
pose of hers; and leaning on the arm of Hiar
vey Maitland she swept onward through the
spacious rooms-her rich velvet robe trailing
on tl.c carpet, and her proud, well-set head,
erect, and dignified. Marcia accepted some
body's arm-an heiress has plenty ot atten
Harvey accompanied them home, and as they
alighted at the gate, and Marcia entered, while
cI lingered at the door to say 'good night,'
intoxicated either with love, or wine, he attempt
ed to kiss her hand. But Inez waived him
away, and said firmly,
" Don't presumeon my condescension, Harvey
..you, and one ot"", are the only living things
I do not despise-let ime respect something that
C HA PT ER II.
"I could a tale unfold
Whoseo lightest wordl would harrow up thy soul."
"Ah, thereby hanga a tale."
They stood confronting each other in the
dimly lighted sleeping-room of Inez-the belles
-Inez and Marcia. Bloth so beautiful-both
so full of bitterness.
" And what do you think of the world now,
Marcia-is it still bright, and beautiful !"
Marcia turned away-" Inez, don't ask me."
" I will tell you :-yo'u think it a place where
hearts are broken like playthings-not for
wrong, but one who is fool enough to carry a
heart in society deserves no better fate. Ere
long, you will think it only 'a place to dig
graves in,' and before you are as old as I am,
you will cums the hour that gase you birth as I
Her teeth gnashed tggther, and a small
stream of blood trickled doiu her white night
f' What is it, Inez I wle' is it ?" screamed
" Pshaw ! child, don't pa en such a tragic air.
Did you never see one's noe bleed before."
"Inez, don't tell a falseh -that blood came
from your mouth."
" Well suppose it did-- at then ? Is that
" Inez, you are dying you will not live to
see your thirtieth birthda
"If I thought I should ive to drag out my
miserable existence five y s longer, I should
be tempted to---. unclasp this bracelet Marcia.
I made an impression to:night, I fancy. I am as
people say-a brilliant-woma!"
" How did you like oi Lynn ?"
Inez turned to the tAb1-poured out a glass
of wine-gulped down ,portion of the fiery
liquid, while Marcia s red,
" Oh ! Inez, I never sa'ou do that before."
"And never will again-,but would you have
me go mad, girl; would u have me rave like
a maniac, or dash my, . out on the pave
ment by a leap from.th a*indow. I tell you
if my reason does not fike me to night, it
never will; and if it doe -e asylum will have
another inmate-thati sl." She clenched her
nails in her flesh until tho'blood came, but not
once did the muscles oghr face move, or her
voice rise above a suppreed murmur.
"Inez, you are mad
"lIam not mad ~! I was never more
sane than at this . wuld I were mad.
Oh ! tell me that r I will bless you."
Marcia was silet began placing away
her jewels. Inez came up to her, wound her
white, tapering arm around her neck-an action
so unusual that Marcia strted-and said almost
"Marcia, dont learn to hate me like all the
rest. I never saw you-o cold before. But
you are jealous, Marcia and of me and that
boy. Train yourself .ie er child
" I never saw th J my heart
Looked freely r my brow."
at least not for a long t 6; but your eyes Mar
cia are a mirrorheverybody-can
tousand priests, at a thousand altars, had pro
nounced him hers!"
"Inez you are mad now-Do you mean Col.
" Yes-I niean Col. Lynn I No, : am not
mad, but I have been mad, and I shall go mad
igain. Sit down, Marcia, let me i.1 you all
Ld when I have finished, ask me if I think the
world bright, and beautiful! I married Lionel
Lynn. I was a poor beggar-girl that he picked
up somewhere in New York,,and educated. Ile
ras as pleased with me as a child is with a new
toy. I amused him-I interested him, and lie
narried me. We lived in lordly style, and I,
the beggar girl became a brilliant woman. I
ived Poems. I dreamed Poems. But my in
ipiration was Lionel Lynn. He was my world
-my universe. I could have torn out my heart
r him to walk upon. He was very fond of
roeges-very. He took another in his family
s governess. I always detested the milk and
water concern, with her lac-lustre cyes, and
-ellow curls, and-but I did not know allthen.
[ was gay, and fashionable-giddy, and coquet
tish my enemies said-.but she, the domestic
ierpent said worse. Angela Mentfort would
have killed me with a glance had it been in her
ower-as it was no;, she busied herself to
iad a surer way, so anxious was she to become
NIrs. Lynn. Shall I tell you how beautiful (?)
the world seemed to me whem he drove her out
f evenings in his buggy, and I sat by my neg
lected fireside-a despised wife ! Shall I tell
ou how bright the world was, when she sang
to him at twilight-he shanging over her thus,
hile I stood grasping my throat with my
slender fingers; and but for the memory of
y dead mother, would have committed the
npardonable crime?7 I dared not speak to her
save with politeness. Yes, I, In Lowell, in
y own house, dared not ! Oh ! I was a pitiful
slave-a woman has indeed sunk low, when she
iks, like a hound, the hand that spurns her.
And yet I loved Lionel Lynn--loved him
even when he cursed me-kissed him while he
slept, and wept over the idol that had proved
itself to be but common clay. I was sitting
alone one evening with my breaking hoart-he
had been upbraiding me with falsehood, when
snow itself was not purer than I-but she could
make him believe anything. I heard her, with
her cat-like tread, enter the dining-room. Some
thing tempted me to steal on tiptoe, and watch
her, and there I saw-Listen Marcia-I saw
her put arsenic in the tea destined for my use.
My first impulse was to kill the murderess-for
I was mad-Marcia, mad ! But I stood still-I
held my breath. Presently he camie in-how
handsome he looked-and going up to the table
took up the identical cup prepared for mo. She
turned pale--.snatched it from him, and said,
"You should never drink anything, without
first examining it--particularly when you are
in the house with a woman, wvho is anxious to
bo free. Try that tea on the cat. Of course
the cat died, and he found out it was poisoned
-of course they discovered my retreat. And
that piece of injureJ innaocence, Angela, held up
her hands 'in pious horror,' and screamed,
" What could have brought her here but mischief
-she seldom leaves her room. Oh ! Inez Lynn,
blush for yourself."
" Marcia, I went mad. No wonder I did. I
...s..ariedtoamadAouse: and when Icamne
out-old before my time-he had obtained a
divorce, and was married to that woman I Now
he knows my innocence, and her guilt, since
she, growing tired of him, has tried her arsenic
experimpent again. He loves me now-me the
deserted wife, but,3arcia Wilton, were he kneel
ing at my feet, free once more, I would spurn
him as a viper !"
She stood pale, and trembling, with her hands
clenched, and her eyes fixed on the darksome
street, but "too earnestly for seeing." Her
whole form quivered with suppressed emotion.
Marcia stole an arm around her waist, and was
about to speak, but Inez interrupted her, " don't
pity me Marcia-I could not bear that-give
me love, admiration, hatred, envy, anything but
pity. Do not even speak of it-let the past be
a sealed book to be opened no more, until God
shall unclasp it, and reveal the secrets of men
to the gaze of millions. To night I am Inez
Lynn-to-morrow I shall be Mrs. Lowell again.
But don't grow jealous of me, Marcia. Harvey I
like, as one likes a petted, talented, but some
what spoiled child. Let me tell you a secret.
Harvey, like all the rest of his sex, is vain-he
knows that you love him, for silly child that
you are, your eyes follow him, wherever he
goes. Learn a lesson from me, and believe the
Poetess, when she says
"Fate seti apart one common doom
For all who love too well."
You are feverish, and restless, when Harvey
looks at any one else-you are jealous of your
Inez talked rapidly, like one who would fain
forget, or would fain make Marcia forget that
she, the frigid iceberg, had shown herself capa
ble of human emotions. But Marcia could not
forget that she had seen those proud eyes weep
tears of fire-could not forget that she had
seen her heart's blood, in a red current flow from
those pallid lips!
It was late ere either of them arose in the
morning-and when they met, Inez passed Mar
cia on the stair with a frigid " bon jour," thus
allowing her to see that the barrier was once
more between them.
Morning callers dropped in as usual. Among
the number Harvey Maitland, Oscar Rayton,
Clara Warr n ~ - ayton.
larvey as her victim
- aout Lizzie and Mar
id not even Harvey
Col. Lynn and
ike Col. Lynn 7"
.6 always making
- There are someg
tituted that their
...... it some one in a vul
nerable place. if one has a relation of whom
one is ashamed they always ask after his health,
and so on.
Inez replied calmly-with that arrow in her
heart-Oh ! what pride there must have been
in the woman !-" A very distingue looking
man, Miss Ware,-my ideal of manly beauty."
Miss Ware broke forth again. "And how did
you enjoy the party last night, Marcia ? Several
times you looked as disconsolate as a homely
woman who has just buried her husband, and
has no hopes of getting another."
" You speak as though marriage were the
end, and aim of life," said Marcia not heeding
"And is it not, my love ? What else do we.
ress for-fur what other purpose do we anoint
ad rouge our faces, wear dresses we can't
reath in, and shoes which pinch our feet ? For
what else do we promenade.B~roadway ' adorned
ike a bride to meet her bride-groom?' What
lse possesses us to leave our comfortable homes,
ad drag out several months at a miserable wa
teringplace-but to make 'a good catch,' and
marry well ? I am perfectly candid."
"Such may be your lifec-aim, Clara, but it is
not mine. When I travel, I travel for health,
pleasure, and improvemnent."
"And to catch beaux-now don't deny it."
" No, Clara. You may be 'in search of a
usband under difficulties,' but I sin not. In
fact I rather think you are, for you flirt des -
perately with every moustache you meet,
provided said moustache belongs to a biped who
is the fortunate possess or of several mnillions."
"I adlimit it," said Clara laughingly. " Wealth
is my object. I have the misfortune to be poor,
ad the folly to be proud. I have dreised and
anced away what little fortune I hail,
" And not oven love can lire on flowers,"
It's just as easy to love a rich man as a poor
n, and I must either catch a golden fish, or
be dependant on my relatives."
Miss Ware prided herself on her candor.
" If I were so thoroughly heartless 1 would
not boast of it" said Marcia earnestly. " The
calculating eye which measures the length of
the purse, can never belong to one who has a
Harvey gave her an approving glance, and
that consoled her for Miss Ware's sneer.
On the evening of the same day Mrs. Lowell
gave her party. The rooms were decorated wvith
all that taste and wealth could select. Every
body envied the graceful, dignified hostess. If
they could have seen her heart !
" You do not love mec Harvey," was the child
like reply of Incz as they stood apart from th~e
guests, and the boy told his mad love. " You
are only self- deceived. The strong necessity of
loving which Nature implanted within us, has
led you into an error. We are totally unlike
in feeling, although our tastes are congenial.
Yonder stands your tu'in-spirit, the merry
Ihearted, but gifted Marcia-you loved her, ere
I, like a dark shadow, crossed your path-you
love her still. She leaves to-morrow for her
dist.~it home, and leaves believing that[I blighted
her happiness. Harvey, recall your scattered
Isenses, love wohere you are loced, and seek not
onwoeyouth lies so far behind, her, that
sh a lost forgotten it has ever been."
And Marcia stood near Oscar Rayton. and her
laugh rang merrily on the air, while the jest
was often on her lips.
And Col. Lynn stood watching Inez-once
his Inez; and as he gazed he could not believe
her the guilty creature, the past had painted.
Nay : in his soul he knew her to be pure. But
they were parted forever-thus goes the world !
"The wind is sweeping through the hall,
It bath a mournful sound,
As though it felt the difference,
Its weary wing hath found."-Lasnor.
In the fashionable Hotel at---Springs, the
guests had been thrown into consternation by
the sudden death of Mrs. Lynn, one of the gay
circle, and a wife of the distinguished Senator
of that name. Our old friend Marcia Wilton,
now Mrs. Maitland, stood by the couch of death.
Her thoughts were roving far away into the
past, and she thought how the domestic serpent
had ingratiated herself into a happy family ;
and with the slime of her nature blighted all
its flowers of joy. She thought of Inez with
her proud bleeding heart ; and Col. Lynn, whose
whole life had been rendered miserable by an
early error. She dared not look at the future,
of the decaying dust that lay before her. The
woman who died, as she had lived, unrepentant;
and who now stood at the dread tribunal to
answer for her long catalogue of crimes. There
was a grand burial, and a host of mourners, for
the deceased " had great possessions." Yet the
wealth for which she had bartered her soul
could not call her from the grave-could
not erase one black spot from the past-could
not keep the worms from holding their hideous
revels over the body whose fairness had de
parted-could not purchase pardon from an
offended God ! The dance went on arnight, and
the song was as merry as before, for the gay,
and giddy heed not the warnings of the grim
One week more, and Marcia neared the home
of her friend Inez. How changed was every
thing! It was a cold, October day-the wind
whistled among the leafless branches of the
blighted oaks-the neglected creepers trailed
on the ground, and all spoke of desolation!
Music no more floated through the spacious
halls, but the wind howled like a restless spirit
through the deserted rooms,, and slammed the
giudow-shutters, until it seemed as though the
ghosts were holding a revel within.
Yet Inez was there. Ines met her with the
same stately caress, and her eagle eye was un
dimmed, and her bearing as proud as ever- -
"Things are changed, are they not, Marcia7
I have dismissed all my servants but ono-quit
society forever, and devote all my attention to
the pursuits I love. ' Florine Sanders' will live
long after Inez Lowell is dead. You must slay
with me, if you can endure my lonely castle,
"I am misanthropos, and hate mankind."
I hate not you.. Jane will prepare a room for
you; until then you can share mine, as the rest
are unfit to be tenanted, in their present con
She was not the Inez of old-Marcia felt that
she was not-the change was not discernible in
person, or manner, and yet it was there.
Harvey came in the afternoon-he had for
gotten his boyish love long ago; and he smiled
to himself as he thought how madly he had
once sued for the hand of Inez. They all had
merry laugh over 'long ago,' but Inez solilo
uised with some bitterness, " Thus one by
one I have lost the love of all who loved me
nce. Oh ! what a tangled web my life has
She read them her poems-she even talked
about her prospects as a writer, a something she
hiad never before been known to do; and related,
with forced gaity, some anecdotes of her child
No! she was not the Inez of old.
Marcia remained with her-it would have:
been cruelty to refuse her request. And in one
f their confidential conversations, Marcia dis
losed to her the fact, that Col. Lynn was free
again. She evinced no surprise-her counte
nance underwent no change, save that the thin
upper-lip trembled convulsively.
Marcia felt that she was on forbidden ground,
and yet she ventured further.
'-Inez, you loved him once."
Inez started, and clasped her thin, pale hands
"Inez, I know that you sometimes recall
those earlier hours, when~he was all the teorld
to you. I know that you dream ever the days,
when he pressed those little jewelled fingers,.
and fondly called you "mine." Do you not
Still no answer, but she trembled as in pn
age-fit. "1Inez you love Lionel Lynn even
now. Were he kneeling at your feet now, what
would you do 7".
" Spurn hiT as a riper J" she hissed in a low,
deep tone, which thrilled to Marcia's very heart.
" You would not--your heart would not al
Inez glared upon her for a moment like an
enraged tigress, and then walked calmly away.
But all that long, long night, Marcia heard low,
deep groans issuing from her chamber !
* * * * * * *
It was a cold, rainy day, and Marcia Mait
land sat in that dismal house, shuddering with,
a vague presentiment of evil. She read Harvey's
lst letter, and endeavored to deriv.e some con
solation from the knowledge, that she would
soon return to her own sunshiny little home.
Inez had been moody for several days, and
shunned her companionship; and the social lit
te being was pining for some one to talk to.
" Inez is a strange creature," she mused to her
self as she sat emnbroidering a tiny slipper,
and so uncommunicative. Dear me! I dc
grow so weary of these interminable days. To
be sure she has led a miserable life, poor thing !
but I shouldn't be surprised if she brought some
Iof it on herself by her strange, flighty maimer.
These genuises seem destined to make them.
I eles and everybody else wretched. ThanI
heaven I'm not a genius! Heigho ! I hear wheels.
I do hope it is my own precious Harvey come to
see after his poor little wife."
She rushed to the door, and stood face to face
with Col. Lynn !
"Rather an unexpected meetingMrs. Matt i
land, and you seem startled to see me, but I an
glad to find you here nevertheless."
" Walk in, Col. Lynn" stammered Marcia.
They .seated themselves, and sat for a fe
" You can guess the nature of my business
Mrs. Maitland-I should like to see-Inez!'
Will you tell her for me that an old friend has
called ?" Marcia ran up stairs trembling all
over, and found Inez with her head buried in her
" What's the matter Marcia? You come with
the speed of a locomotive-have you seen an
" Not exactly, but an old friend has called for
" Can't help it. Tell him, or her, that I re- -
ceive no visitors."
"'Tis not an ordinary visitor, Ipes, but one
whom you, if I mistake not, will be glad to see.
."It must be Harvey then," and Ine: smiled
faintly. She descended the stairs with her alow,
dignified step. Marcia heard the parlor-door -
open, and close-then a faint shriek, and all was
as silent aSthe grave1
The interview lasted more than an hour, but
what passed between them Marcia never knew. d
One, two, three hours passed away, and Ma
cia stole noiselessly down. She opened the door
softly, and found Inez, with her arms folded
gazing with hard, unblenching face, on the black,
" She did not look up on her entrance, but .:
hissed between her teeth, "Who suffers now
"hInez, you have not rejected him."
"Marcia, I have. Thipk you, I would wed a
second time with one who spurned me-one
who poisoned my young life-made me a by='-'
word, and a thing of shame ! Marcia Maitland"' .
I hare not yet sunk so low. Much as I once"
loved Lionel Lynn I loathe-I despise him now!
To doubt me was sufficient-me,, who wo ,
shipped him like a blind heathen asaI was- -;
who was satisfied to crawl near him, but t
breathe the air his presence- made blessed :
said if he sought me again, I would spurnhliar
like a viper. I hace done it!"
The night dragged by heavily. EalyboA ef
morrow Marcia sought the rodom o~
found her still sleeping, and e 6' 1 ~
but received no answer.
less. She raised her Ity-Inez was4 t r.- g
A smile hovered around the beautiful mouth'
--strange visitant at auch an hour ! And next
her heart lay a portrait. Marcia tried to remove
it from those cold, clammy fingers in sa. She -K
turned the face towards her own; and recognised
the handsome features of Lionel Lynn !
" She loved him to the last," murmured Mar
cia gently, as she reverentially coveredsthe face
of the dead woman, who even in death, held
closely to her heart the portrait of him she had
AUGUSTA, Ga. -
"Kiss HIM, GIDDINGS I-KIsS HIM, Gin
DINGS !"-No one who heard the speech of Mr.
Gilmer, of North Carolina, (not yet published,)
delivered on the day before yesterday, was sur
prised on finding him yesterday doing the work
the Republican party managers so nervously.
desired him to do. Of the tenor of that speech,
it is sufficient to say that it instantly drew a
rush of congratulating Republican members
Abolitionists-around him, at its conclusion.
As the venerable Joshua, who was at their head,
bent over him and with outstretched hands and
countenance beaming with delight, blessed him
for the effort, s it were, Mr. George S. Houston,
of Alabamna, movied doubtless by the pregnant
points of the passing scene, fixed the attention
of all present upon it, by exclaiming, in a voice
heard by all-."Kiss him, Giddings! Kiss him,
This exclamation, under the circumstances,
told, perhaps, with more force upon the mind of.
the House and the spectators in the galleries,
than any hour's speech of the session.
" BErL: BRITTAix," in a letter to the New Or.,
leans Picayun~e, dated at Richmond, refers to
Miss Cunningham, " the Southern Matron," azul
the lady who conceived the idea of purchasing
Mount'Vernon. "She is," remarks this corres
ondent, " a native of Charleston, and an inval
d from infancy. Never having been married,
the title of ' Matron' is, of course, a misnomer;
unless, by a figure of spech, we may call her the
Virgin Mother' of the great cause to which she
is dedicating her feeble, yet most effective exist
ence. * * * I found Miss Cunningham .
cofined~to her bed; and marveled to se sc
strength coming out of weakness. It is the pow.
er of thought, or will, or rather of love, that cre
ates, and controls the world. There, pale aid
physically feeble, this chief apostle of Mount Ver
nonim, has a patriotic fire in her eye that nev
er fails to kindle a most contagious enhsis.
The Duke of Marlborough, passing the gate of W
the Tower, after having inspected that fortress,
was accosted by an ill-looking fellow, thus:
" How do you do, my Lord Duke ? I believe A
your Grace and I have been in every 'ail in the
kindomn." "1I believe, friend," replie the Duke
with surprise. " This is the only jail Ibhave ever
visited." " Very like," replied the fellow, " but
I have been in all the rest." So saying he
touched his hat to the Duke and walked of7with .
the greatest sang froid imaginable. arbor
ough stared, as well he might.
Rguosox a-r HOM.-" Let them learn first,'
says Paul, " to show piety at home." Religio:
begins in the family. One of the holiest sancti
aries on earth is home. The family altar is more
venerable than any other altar in the cathedril
The education of the soul for eternity begins by ;
the fire-side. The principle of love, which is to
be carried through the universe, is first unfoldled
in the family.
How 'rO TELL A Damn Max.-If you wi*
to ascertain whether a man is really in l:queej.
put the word " municipality" in his mnouth. ISg
e pan shell that out, pronounce it plain and l.
tinet, he is sober enough to deliver a tneae~
lecture, take our word for it. The words
al Intelligence are eve, harder to get- oer,
may be gven to any one where the least san~ .'
eouis entertained that he isa"how come you