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feb 21-1 vr
Sweet evening comes, within the sylvan shades
I sit alone, alone;
The soft winde sigh among the drooping vines,
And sadly murmur gone!
"Within their shadowy, leafy bowers, the birds
Fold up their downy wings;
But ere they sleep, murmur a mournful plaint,
A? if they knew my pain !
The moonlight rests upon the dewy earth,
Whitcly, and cold, and still;
I feel the damp and whiteness of the night
Around my henrt, so chill!
Oh ! in the stillness of this summer night,
My spirit cries to thee;
Linger not long away; my soul is sad;
My love, come hack to me !
Ah ! yes, I see thee, feel thy presence near,
So sweet, so sweet t? me !
Thou'It come again, before the morrow's sun
Links 'neatli the distant sea 1
?eyond the hills and distant, purpling plains,
M(-thinks I nee the Hglit
That ushers in the glorious "by and by,"
And ends bur weary night.
"Ite is no boy, to be beguiled
I5y sparks of go'den lire;
I will not dream a pretty child
Can mar a life's desire,
In scane* ofgaycty and praise;
And cax-e to waste her youthful days
In hol t ide and gl >om."
Thssy stood together, the bud and the
blossom! Never were more beautiful
women than Lillian St. Clair mid the
"Little Lilly," na she was called. No
one would have (Irenmed them mother
and child, yet so they were.
The great resemblance caused them
frctpueuth to ho taker: lor- sisters, iuhI
well tlicy might, *br at thirty-eight the
beautif ul mother looked a wry lew yours
older than her daughter.
VIk-v were arrayed for an evening parly,
given by Mrs. St. C!air's brother to Lilly,
just sixteen that night. It wus impos
sible to (Leide which, was the more beau
tiful; Lillian, robed in a rich white silk,
t'ic umple folds falling gracefully around
her queenly form; her dark brown hair,
struggling to ourlj was rolled in n wavy
coil and conii-ood by a pearl comb; the
same jewels adorned her neck and arms;
or little Lilly, dressed in white too, but
of gossamer texture, which was caught up
with sprays of lilies and jasmine; a wreath
of the same on her bead, and drooped
amidst her curls, that fell soft and skim
inering to her waist.
"Come, come, mamma, we will be late,"
said Lilly, her bright face glowing with
excitement, and bright anticipations of
her first ball.
The mother's face grew sad, and a
sigh escaped her lips, as she gazed on the
hap y child. Her thoughts flew swiftly
back to her own youth, when she too wus
free from all care, merry and hopeful.
"How much she is like I was then, when
Paul saw me last! Should he meet Lilly,
he might almost forget the lapse of time,
and think her his Lilian. His thai might,
that should have b en," she said to her
self, as she allowed the maid to fold the
wrapping closely around her, and follow
ed the impatient little Lilly into the car
riage. "Heaven shield her from such a
fate as mine !" murmured the mother, as,
a half-hour after, flic heard the admiring
exclamations that greeted Lilly's appear
ance "Nay, that cannot be for her. Her
heart's aflbction cannot be bartered for
gold. She has enough of that. The
price of my blighted hopes has given it
to her."
In her early girlhood, while still at
school, Lillian had met, loved, and en
gaged herself to one of the college stu
dent's, Paul Erving. School-days over,
Lillian returned home; and soon Paul
followed, and presented himself to Mr.
Poster, Lillian's father, who immediately
gave him to understand that be would
never favor or consent to Paul's union
with his child?that be had other views
fur her.
And so Lillian was bade to dismiss
the handsome Paul, and welcome her
father's friend, Morton St. Clair, a man
old enough to be her grandfather, as her
future husband. Lillian protested against
it; and meeting clandestinely her lover,
vowed to be true to him. And so Paul
went away to travel, confident in her con
stancy. But it was tbo old story. Her
father was dtead fully embarrassed, and
Eillinn could and must save him by her
marriage. Scarcely six months had
passed, after parting from his love, when
Paul read the announcement of her mar
riage. They bad never met since. Lillian
knew nothing of him. For two years she
had been n widow. During that time
many had sought her love, but none re
ceived encouragement; for the beautiful
widow, although she knew not that be
still lived, watched and waited for the
coming of her girlhood's love.
Little Lilly, wearied with much danc
ing, was resting in the conservatory, and
awaiting the return of her partner, who
had gone in quest of an ice. Glancing
up, she saw, standing quite near, gazing
earnestly on her, the handsomest man,
she thought, she had ever seen. Not one
of the fashionable gallants that thronged
her uncle's rooms, but a noble looking
man, grave and earnest, who immediately
inspired Lilly with esteem and confidence;
and before he had spoken one word to
her, she felt as if she bad known him long
and well.
"Ii it possible I find you thus changed,
Lilly ? I almost forget the years that
have passed, the wrong and sorrow with
them, when I see you looking just as the
last time we met," said the stranger in a
low, sweet voice, holding out his hands to
clasp hers.
Lilly was surprised and bcwilderad by
the iamiliraddress, but she placed her
hands in his; and just then Lilly's uncle
entered, und said:
"Ah ! .<<> von have found our little one,
Paul. "Is site not wonderfully'like 'iier
mother? You might almost forget time,
and think Lillian before you. Come, she
is waiting to sec you!"
And then Lilly and Paul Erring both
knew that the hud had been mistaken for
the blossom; but there was no explana
tion then. The. return of the gentleman
with the ice concluded tho little scene
and as Paid Erving followed his friend,
he said :
"I shall see you ngMn soon, Miss St.
Clair." And added in alow tone. "We
have both some explanations to offer, I
Lilly returned with her partner to the
dancing saloon, but there was no longer
any enjoyment for here there. Her mind
was filled with thoughts of the handsome
stranger. She watched eagerly the en
trance for his return. The pretty, flat
tering little speeches that reached her ear
from the many admirers that gathered
around were no longer pleasant; in fact,
quite annoying. She wanted again to
hear those deeply sweet tones that she
had heard only for a momont, yet would
be remembered for ever, she thought.
Yes, little Lilly was very much pleased
with Paul Erving, her mother's first love ;
but Lilly knew nothing of his former re
lation to her parent, and was wishing
then that Paul would return to her. As
the time passed on and he came not, she
began to grow jealous of her mother, and
would much sooner have been away by
herself, to reach bis looks and words,
than to be surrounded by a set of fops,
as she then thought the young men near
A little while longer, which seemed ail
age to Lilly; and she saw him advancing.
! With tbo familiarity of an old friend he
camo forward, took her hand, placed it
withift bis arm, ami led her oil' for a
promenade; and then he told her of his
being a very old friond of her mother's,
and how much she was like the Lillian
ho knew twenty years before, and con
cluded by asking, "And you?did you
not mistake mo for some one else?"
"^o, I have never seen any one like
you," sbo answered.
"But you smiled, and welcomed me as
if a friend," be said.
"I did, I knew not why," she an
swered; and then, looking up into bis
eves with tho truthfulness and candor of
a child not yet taught the duplicity of j
the world, said, "Can"any one help doing
Paul Irving was pleased with the
beautiful girl's confidence, and she was
never S& happy as when leaning on his
arm and listening to the wonderful things
ho told her of his travels.
But the time for parting came, and
when Paul Erving placed Lilly and her
mother jn their carriage, he said:
?CI shall call to-morrow."
Thottc was but little conversation on
their way home, for both mother and
child -#cre thinking of Paul. Lilly
dreamed of him, of course, and watched
eagerly for his coming the next day.
And; when every day or evening found
him with them, tho beautiful mother
grew more beautiful, and seemed very
happy.} while her child, her morry
i.earted, laughing Lilly, became so pale
and qfiet.
Lillian saw tho change in her child,
yet Sever dreamed the cause. The
I thought of her merry little Lilly
I lovii ? Paul, a grave, quiet man, old man,
old efough for her father, never eutered
j hci Inind. Very unea?y about her,
j Lillian forgot her own joy, and earnestly
watered for the cause of the change.
Theiv.likc a Hash of lightning, the know
ledge came to Lillian, so sudden that sho
ahn? I. sank beneath it.. Both loved
Pau& one must suffer. And lie?might
he iflfi have learned to love the beauti
ful ;'oung girl? As yet he had not
spok :n of love to her. Were the past
weefe o? happiness only a passing dream ?
Murt she return again to the old lifo of
wea?r loneliness?
IjjUy's happiness must be secured, if
pos^le. How should she act, to ac
eoirjilish that?
Vhile the mother was pondering over
wbrjt to do, Lilly had decided. She
4B8^&5l-"!*-:\v dear Paul Erviug was to
her mother, and from her uncle she had
heard how they were separated in their
youth. While near the object of her
love, she could not resist seeing him,
whenever the opportunity offered, and
every hour spent with him served to make
Lilly love him the more. So she would
go away even though Paul loved her,
which she sometimes thought he did, and
leave her mother to win the love sho was
willing to resign to secure happiness for
her. Ah, Lilly, you may yet know a
love you would not resign to any one.
Lilly pleaded to be allowed to visit
seme cousins in a distant city. Again
hope and peace entered the mother's
heart. She might be mistaken, for sure
ly Lilly would not be anxious to leave,
if she loved Paul. Ho little Lilly, with
a sad heart, went among her relatives, a
set of as merry girls as were ever found.
Every day brought some new engage
ment of pleasure ; every evening a party
or concert, so Lilly had no chance to in
dulge in gloomy reveries.
Weeks grew into months before Lillian
welcomed her child home again. In the
mean time Paul had again sough' her
hand. But she could not answer him un
til Lilly came back.
Earnestly, eagerly sho looked into
her child's eyes, to read, if possible, her
heart. Lilly saw the anxious, inquiring
gaze, and knew well of what her mother
was thinking; so clasping her arms lov
ingly around her, she asked :
"Mamma, when are you going to give
me the right to love Mr. Erving as
j much as I choose ?"
For a moment Lillian's heart a1 most
I ceased to pulsate, and in a trembling
voice she asked:
"Lilly, do you love. Paul Erving?"
"Indeed J do, mamma: almost as
much as I do you. And I wish you
would give me the right to call him
With a silent pi aver of thank fulness
Lillian pressed her child to her heart,
and then (here was perfect confidence be
tween them : and Lilly said :
"Now, mamma, you will give him his
answer, and wo will be happy again."
"Tell me, Lilly, what taught you tho
mistake, you had made with regard to
your affection for Paul ?"
"Mamma, I have been trying to tell
you ;" and then, hiding her face on her
mother's bosom, she whispered, "An
other love, mamma, so different; one I
can never resign, except with life. My
thoughts are all of him; night or day,
I'm always dreaming of him."
"Why, Lilly, my child, who is he that
has taught you to love thus?"
"Oh! mamma, you will ihinK it so
strange, I scarcely can tell. I have
never spoken one word to him, and can
not say I know his nane. I will tell you
about it. He is a young officer. My
cousins and I very frequently visited the
dress parades at the "Point." There I
saw him. There was something about
him which reminded mo of Mr. Erving;
but he iB very young?about twenty, I
think. Mamma, I believe I began to
love him right awaj. I could have
found out his name, but I would not en
quire; I was fearful the girls would sus
pect me. Often I saw him, und soon no
tice! that he watched for. my coming,
and a smile of recognition and satisfac
tion would always greet me. Yet he
never sought an introduction. We had
met this way for three weeks, and then
he was ordered suddenly off. The day
ho left I received an exquisit? bouquet.
The girls puzzled their brains to find
from where it came. My heart told me
directly, and I stole with it to my roomy
bunted among the'sweet flowers, sweeter
still for the dear little note I found hid
den there. You can read it, mamma."
And Lilly took from her bosom the
treasured little messenger, and her
mother read :
"I am suddenly ordered" off. I could
no longer resist, and have sought an in
troduction. I .should have been with
you to-night. Fate is against me. If
I live, I shall find and tell you what
you must suspect. Your sweet smile will
cheer many a weary hour, and be a talis
man to guard mo from eyil. I will come
worthy to look into your pure eyes, and
speak my dearest hope.
"Faithfully, E. E."
There had been a look of doubt and un
easiness on Lillian's face as her child re
vealed her love, but after she had read
the note it wore away, and she said:
"I think he is a good man, Lilly; I
like his n ote."
"And you will like him, mamma. I
am po happy 1 I know he will return,
and I know all will be well."
"And you know not his name, my
"No, mamma, I suppose he thought I
did, as I could, so he ouly signed his in
Lillian was again promised to Paul.
A few days previous to their wedding, he
said :
"Lillian, I wish to bring to-night a
young friend, and present him to you ;
and if Lilly has no objection, I think we
will have him attend her the day you
will make mo happy."
Lillian smiled approval, and Lilly said
she cculd toll better after seeing tho
youug gentleman.
They were sitting waiting the coming
of Paul and his friend. Lilly was whil
ing away the time at the piauo. A little
stir caused Lillian to look and sec her
lover, standing in the door. Answering
his gesture, she followed him into the
library, and was scarce seated when she
heard a cry of surprise and joy from
Seated beside hor, clasping her hand,
Paul Erving told Lillian that, a few
months after the news of her marriage,
he had yielded to the persuasion of his
mother, and wedded a distant cousin, a
frail little creature, who only lived long
enough to place in his arme their boy,
for whose birth her young lifo was paid
?that ho had delayed telling her this at
first; why, ho know not. Afterward, a
letter from his son, received while Lilly
was visiting her friends, determined him
io give them a surpriso that he hopod
would bo an agreeablo one; and Paul
concluded by saying:
"He is with her now, renewing his ac
quaintance, They have met before."
"Do you mean to say?" and Lillian
"Yes, Lillian ? that my boy is as des
perately in love with your child, as bis
-1 ' f ? 'V>J >'?'.- 1 7. if ' f j, -,k
father was with her mother twenty
years ago."
Leading her back to the drawing
room, he presented h*i8 son,Lieut. Erving."
And Lilly, her young face glowing with
love and happiness, exclaimed: -
"Is it not range, mamma ? Kot that
you and I should have similar tastes/'
she added archljr, "but that, after a great
tangling up of our life-thread, it should
aU couie out smoothly;* and, J trust, will
wind so until the end shall come," she
said, an expression of sweet thoughtftfl
ness and gravity1 stealing over her
"Yes, love, and I think you may add,
without any twist.
Turning to Paul, Lillian noticed a."'1 *
shade of reproach in his eye, and she/' ' ,'
"Viewing our children's happiness, can1
you for one moment regret the past ?"
A few days more, alter Edward Ery- ^
ing had saluted his new mother;, she P1^,- 'M
misei him in another year Lilly should
b> his. And when time winged hi*/0!'
flight, and brought^ to the youug lovers' J"
the doy that made them happy, Iiij^a^
blessed her children arid eaid:
"Deeply, to-night, I feel that "all
things arc for the best, and wisely or-.
dered." How dark may be the paftT^
how longl how dark the sky, I know
too well! but the end will come; the
light will at last shine forth, revealing
the blessed truth. The love I sacriftc??**
on the altar of filial duty, to secure peato*
and comfort to my aged parents, was not
lest'; it has been given back tcnfoUl."
-.....Sil. ? -
[Wdm'The Banner.]
Gorge of the Yellowstone RJ.vor.
Away in the tar Western country is ,tih?l
great river called the: Yellowstone., I.
often feel a curiosity about names/atuT
wonder how . they, come io . hu given.
Don't you ? I cannot tell you how ,$bis
name camo to ba^givaxi^bttt J,l<^_tell,;r...
you something else very curious about
I presume it began at a common stream'
running along where it found acrcvice in
the rocks, and making its bed every year
wider and deeper. Little by little the
rocks yielded and crumbled, andas the
river has quite a slope, its waters came
with great force, especially at times when,
it was swollen by heavy rains and thaws."
There is a terrible power in water when'
it comes dashing against the shore, tear
ing down even huge rocks, and breaking
in pieces the stoutest ships.
In the course of ages, the Yellowstone*.
River has worn for itself a channel1 most
frightful to see. For fifty miles it flows"
through a gorge which varies from one
thou Hand to five thousand feet in depth.'.
At one point in the mountain, the guides
say it is a mile in depth, and the great
river, on looking down, seems only like a
silver ribbon, and the fall and cascades'
which it makes seem only like ripples on
its surface. Even the stoutest-nerved, -
when ho comes to the brink of this awful
chasm, shrinks back appalled. He can
not be induced again to approach it ex
cept by crawling to the vergo, and barely
gazing over. Therb is something so aw-"
ful in the stillness of that dizzy height!'
No wing df bird, nor leafy shrub or
flower fo cheer it. Not even the roar of
the waters can be heard above, and no
ono can reach the brink.
Imagine a little boat entering the
chasm where the walls arclow, ahd heed
lessly drifting on until it was hopelessly*
enchained by tho current. Imagine its oc-"
cupant awakening to a senje of his con
dition, only to find those dreary*'walls
towering hopelessly, awfully over his
head. No use to call for help in that
solitude. If by a frantic effort he could
stay tho boat by some Utting crag or*
massive boulder, he has only prolonged
' a little his doomed lifo. He w'ill either
bo dashed to pieces in the wild cataracts,'
I or perish of famine oft the rocks."
Yet this is not half us fearful as it* is"
to be drawn into tho current of the ter-'
riblo river of Intcmperaucc. Many aro
nailing down it, on to the fearful rapids,
into the"heart of the burning mountain,
whose walls can only be scaled by a mir
acle of mercy. Warn them at the outset.
Snatcb them from such a fearful fate*'if
you can, and they will hb\?s yau forever/

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