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- m ? *- V/ * * ? > "*#"1 I " 4 . m A *% * , 414 - . . > -. " . <*' Cj I f" $2 PER ANNUM. "a,S?r?wr JiB| WE IN ADVANCE. NEUTRAL IN POLITICS?DEVOTED TO LITERARY, COMMERCIAL, \lgS' AGRICULTURAL, SCIENTIFIC, GENERAL AND LOCAL INTELLIGENCE. VOLUME II. LANCASTER, C. H, SOUTH CAROLINA WEDNESDAY MORNINfi, MARCH 1853. NIIMttER 7 R. 81 BAlL?Y, Editor and proprietor. TEKMS : Tuk uLRDOEttM is published every Wednesday morning, at the low price of TWO DOLLARS per Annum, If paid IN ADVANCE ; Two dollars and a half, if payment be delayed threo months, and THREE DOLLARS at the end of six months. ADTKRTlSnro Advertisements will be inserted nt seventy-five cents per square for the first insertion, and thirty-seven and a hnlf cents per square for each additional insertion. Single insertion, ono dollar per square. ?>dnbit nlfs. From the Star Spangled Banner. VANINA, ?OR? the prima donna's ll?jpi, BY COUNBILLE MONTGOMERY. CHAPTER I. Oh! there are some Can trifie in cold vanity, with all The warm soul's precious throbs, to whom It is a triumph that a fond, devoted heart Is breathing for them?who can bear to call Vonnnr flowers into henlltv unri then i-rnsli o W them! * Latuion. In nn elegant apartment of the Astoi wero lounging two young men. " Come Hurley;" said the tailor of the two a splendid looking fellow of six and twenty, with brilliant dark eyes, and teeth of dazzling whiteness, "own that Vanina is divine ; and he took the segar from his uiouth, as if to await an answer. Ilarloy Wharton raisod his eyes. Oh ! what a world of beauty was there revealed in those lustrous black orbs. A faint smile crossed his pale intellectual face as he replied? " I do own, Kugcne, that she is a splendid creature, but not more lovely than Maria Fitzhorbert.M " Pshaw ! Ilarloy, they arc not to be compared, as to Wauty. Maria is very pretty, and high bred, and therefore produces <piite a sensation among the haulon, but place her beside Vanina, and what a contrast !" Here the young man laughed at his own suggestion. "Mario Fitzherbert," returned the other, *-U a creature of exquisite refinement and rare sensibility, far different from the common fashionable circle of young ladies.? Her delicate beauty might appear dim be side the tray lovliuess of the Italian, even as would a stainless lily in contrast with somo flower of gorgeous hue: to me sho is ten-fold more bewitching." "You are warm in your praises, Harley," said Eugene Harrington. I'm half inclined to believe that yon are in love with mv intended bride, yet I am glad you think iny choice so perfect. Indeed, a beauty with a cool two hundred thousand is not to bo found every day." The flush that overspread the face of llarley Wharlon at the jesting remark of his friend, now died away, and ho replied? "I would speak seriously, Eugene. Can it be that you will allow mercinury motives to influence you in regard to thnt sweet young girl! Have you no love for one so purelv beautiful f" M Oh, don t begin a homily on love, I on treat you,",said Eugene. "Of course, if I regarded her with indifference, I should not marry her. I wish she were not so cold, however; sometimes she appears almost inanimate, it requires so much exertion to auiuse her, and when a fellow has tried his beat, she will turn away with a nila.nt MN>um or iiUn.nrA 1 know not which. It it a mystery to tne how we over became engaged? \Kugene," interniptod hi* friend, M yon nro wron?. Marie r itaherbert ie not the cold passionless creature you doecribe her, ahe poaoMM a* much sensibility and animation a? one could wish. I will allow that it is not mere common-place chat that will arouse it, but no lady of my acquaintance possesses the rare intellectual powers of that fair girl ; and, besides all this, Eugene, site loves you,'with a divotion that is seldom met with in this heartless world. Hie hue of her cheek, her beaming eye, ell bespeak, wnen you are nigh, the depth of her love for you. Your passion for the beautiful Italian is but a momentary freak?" "lloavensl" interrupted Eugine Harrington, as he consulted his watch, how late it is. The Opera commences at 8 o'clock, and it lac km but a quarter of that hour, so liar lev, I will attend to your discourse some otnief time. We must hast* en, for Vsnina sings U> night The friends departed arm in arm ; there was a shade of sadness upon the lofty brow of Uarley Whartdh,bnt Kugene Harrington carelesaly hummed an air from Lucia di fjammermoore. Hark ! what hearenly strains I how they t thrill the heart of the Hntmer. Pure, sweet, unfettered as the notes of a WH, they gush forth, filling tho nit with their d< melody. Swelling in brilliant tones, tho hi entrancing melody floats along, now soft hi as tho gentlo zephyrs playing among the w leaves, an<l then dyinjjj away, like the last ul sad strains of an ^Eolian harp. In a box near tho stage sat Eugene w Harrington and his friend. Breathless I had he listened to the voice that had en- in thralled his senses, and even when mad- fr doning applause rent the air, and boquets were hurled at the foot of tho singer, he ol continued to gaze as if spell-hound, upon ni the bewildering lovliness of the magnifi- di cent prima donna. g] But she has bowed her last graceful a- m dicu, and is gliding from the stage, when those glorious nymph-liko e^es are lifte 1 ai to tho face of Eugene Harrington. But n< for an instant they linger there ; tho ebon !i; lashes fall, pnd the next moment she is e< no. Harrington seemed to awake to his senses and turning to his friend he ex- a.< claimed? v< " Oh, Ilarley is slie not glorious ? Did you mark the glance of those starry eyes f fe the smilo that wreathed those lips ? To- pi night I meet Vanina; again shall I be- " hold her dazzling beauty?shall drink in a? the music of that heavenly voice." y< " Stop, Eugeno Harrington,'' said Uar- ei Icy Wharton ; M you arc mad. Why follow that syren woman i Sho will lure hi you to your own destruction. Where are T tho vows you have pledged to the beauti- w fill and puro ? Oh, Eugene, this is but ai the influence of a blind passion : vou love *1 her not, you are mad?infatuated. You must not meet that Italian cnntatrice." cl 44 Must not ? That is a strange word hi for you," said Harrington, Know you to whom you are speaking ? I go and coine nc and meet whom I please ;" and with a hurried step ho passed his companion and si left the box. Harlcy Wharton gazed after his re- E treating form witli emotions of pain and w sorrow. "Poor Marie," he murmcrod. is But the house was being vacated, and b< he departed. Before ho 5ft tho opera l> hause he behold the cantatrico led to her carriage by Kugene Harrington ; ho saw b him press uer hand to his lips, as they exchanged a few words, and then tho car- 01 ringe rolled away. With rapid step the young man pursued his way through the w brilliantly lighter! streets, now filled with tli rolling cariages, and often did he press his hand to his throbbing brow. There was pi a raging fever in his brain, for lie loved to Mario Fitzherbcrt??ayo loved her with a b< deathless love, but a love that ho knew was hopeless, for her heart was centered c upon Eugene Harrington. Yet it caused fo him the most exquisite anguish to kuow hi that he whom she had chosen, was indifT- tr erent and even faithless, for sooner or later ui it would cause her young heart deep ago-1 b; ny, and rather than she should suffer, ho ai would gladly lay dowu his life. To die tr for her would bo bliss, in comparison with pi a lifo which would henceforth bo naught m but a dreary void, without one ray of light hi to pierce the turbid waters of a heart fa niado deaolato by unrequited love. "Sad doom?at sorrow's shrine to kneel, ^1 Forever covetous to foci, j. And impotent to hear ; Such ouco was his to think, nnd think ^ Of blighted love, und only sink, n] From anguish to despair." st CHAPTER II. tl All do not know how hate can burn, (j< In hearts once changed from soft to stern, Nor all the false and fatal zeal e, The covet of rovenge can feel. ?1 di It was midnight?dsep midnight?and 1 the prima donna nwaitud the coming of v< her lover. Waxen candles burned upon hi the mantle, and, with the light of the glow- ? ing fiie, shed a soft and subdued lustre tl through the room. Delicious perfumes tl exhaled from vases of rare exotica, and the w warm and fragrant atmosphere seemed to fa breathelthe voluptuous breath of love itself, 4r Amid the splendor of tho gorgeously furnished apartment, sat tho beautiful can tAlrioe. She still retained the robe she ot had worn during the eveuiug, and though ol her complexion was olive, yet so transpa- tl rent and delicate, that it wm by no means tl ununited to the snowy satin, while tho ut /1 on * v Aavnafitin t)iaf rrlAti/ay) n?w\n l.A. . 1< vaiiiniivu wi??v UJ"MI UCi MI check, contrasted charmingly with the di radience which the diamon<U in her ra- jo ven hair, nnd the lustre of her splendid black eves diffused around her. Like an* qi houri of Mahomet's paradise she seemed I" ? a vision too perfect for human beauty. E With her jewelled hand, she swept her at shining hair from off her brow, then H- er sing,she slowly paoed the room. Now she C bends her hoad in a listening attitude. Oh I mark the unstudied grace of that pi splendid figure, the arching neck and slo- A ?ing shoulders. Bat hark I a footstep is gl eard in the passage; how the oolor cotnes y and goea epon her cheek, in variations as ti rapid as the play of the moonlight upon ti the rippling surface of a lake. Her heart b beats audibly ; the door "fga fioother h moment and she is in the Mjttof her lov- k or. fcpR? ol 44 Dearest Vsnins," murmured Eugene U Harrington,44 do I again fold thee ia my h arms, and feast mind eyea upon thy angel- B ic lovlineos t I ^ "My own Eugene," dame fr?n the lips of the beautiftil Italian, ?* with all the ar- C ir of her impassioned clime, she gave 13< ?ck tho kisses that wero pressed upon of er brow, her .cheek and lips. "Thou ed ert long coming love, the last few mintes havo seemed an eternity." Cc " Nay, do not chide me beautiful one," he as the reply; "on tho wings of love have loi flown to thee, for since we parted, thy nage has not been absent a moment foi oni my mind." by " Dearest Eugene, I have also thought th f thee without ceasing," returned Vani- ed the carnation Upon her cheek growing sh seper, and her magnificent black eyes en lowing with renewed lustre, as she gazed lb to the haudsoino face of her lover. wi "Thanks, thanks for that sweet assur- l 'i ice," ho replied ; " and oh, Vanina, I jw realize the golden dreams and brilint hopes which my fancy has ever form1, when wandering could be." " And did you never love till now ?"? iked the prima donna, in that dulcet >ice that had crazed half the world. "Never, with the ardor, the devotion 1 cl for you, my angel," he replied, as he ressed her hand passionately to his lips ; dr that you, Vanina, who havo been so fai 1 mired and caressed, is it possible that ly iu have never met with ono who awak- de ltd the divine sensation in your heart." rel As Eugene Harrington spoae, he fixed fu as large, dark eyes full upon her face.? ha he cantatrice started?the rose hue gave 1 > ay to marble paleness upon her cheeks, su ad she chisped her small hand convul- oh rely. ro 'Vanina! Vanina! you are ill!' ex- an aimed Eugene, terrified by her appear- th ice. No, noI1 sho murmured faintly, ''tis w, ithing?a mere famines*.1 Then leaning her head ujkiu her lover's m toulder, she burst into a flood of tears. r? 'What means this, dear Vnninaf1 said of ngene; 'oh, why this cmoton! Do not eep, love;1 and ho tenderly soothed her. pt 'No, I will not weep,1 sho replied, 'fool- jr, h creature that I am;1 and raising her e\ etui prouuiy, mic compressor i her hps tirm- |0 , as if struggling against some secflst rief. ller black cyt* Mushed, and her g< iwoin heaved tuinultUously. m 'Tell me the causa of thy grief, sweet ie!' whispered Eugene. 'Oh! do iiot ask inc,' she answered, ildly; 'twould mar all my happiness Cy lis evening.' wi Then not for worlds would I cause thee tin,' said her lover, as he pressed h?r lot i his boson), aud kissed again and again |,c ur coral lips. w; That night, ere Eugene Harrington part- ro 1 with the pnina donna, he had promised, |,i r her s ike, to abandon homo, friends, and ?c is betrothed bride, to seek with her a re- nc eat 'mid the orange groves of her sunny re Uive land. Intoxicated and bewildered wi y the dazzling beauty of tho syren worn- bl n, he had yielded to her arts, and she had wl iumphed; and that night, after she had ev tried with him, as sho stood before the so lirror, taking tho glittering gems from her ca sir, a smile of triumph played upon her ni ce, and sho murmured? sa 'I shall yet be revenged, and the pale tli owed American girl will learn how bit- bt r 'tis to have the heart once her own torn ui om her by another.' en A wild laugh broko from her lips, that hi >unded strangely through the lofty apart- ar lent, while her large eyes shouc with a m range,unearthly expression. hi Kro three days have passed,' she con- \\ nued, in a low tone, 'wo shall be u|>o') gi ie blue waters of the ocean, and again, hi ear Italy, shall 1 tread thy shores; again sn tall 1 meet that love-look of my father's w i'c, and the embrace of a noble brother, h< rad then, with Eugene, why may not my uj ?ys pass peacefully! Vain thought that a shall ever rest again! Oh, Lavulli, Lr> In tslli! though thou wort false?tliough this lit cajt was rent in twain by thy false vows, til -yet thou risest up in my memory. I see hi iv tail, noble form, the lustrous liirht of <li * ? O ** ~ iy glorious eyes, and?but wherefore this ni eahue?a} What is /..o !. .nceforth, but w >r revenge}' Again she laughed wildly, et evengel revenge!' pi * * * ti; Two years previous to the oftening of io ir tale, on a starry night, the halls of one ir f Italy's proudest nobles were filled with 01 io beautiful and gay. Brightly flashed ai 10 ruby wine, and to music's gayest ineas- A re, fairy feet tripped through the mazy fa ?nce. Brave knights and high liorn la- a es graced tin; lighted halls, and all was hi y and highest mirth. hi Among the crowd of rovellers, with a 01 iieenly air, moved Berenice di Livoli, and oi |r her side, the young Count Lavel)i? very eyo was upon tne youthful couple, ri id praises of the beauty of the Lady Ber- pi lice and the noble bearing of the young sr ount were on every tongue. U At length a young girl entered, accom- ai inied by her father. That they were tl mtirirxnt mi or fit lui rli?^Airo?iJ lance?strangers of distinction then so- ti turning ia Italy. What a contrast bevecn that slight, fair girl, and the volup- h, loua Italian beauties, She was very tl sautiful, with soft blue eye% and sloping tl air, and every motion of her exqttfake A rtn was gftce itself. Among^fco <M|*d d f admirers that soon surrounded bd$was 01 le yonog Qount tavelli, who, immediate- ej t upon her eatranoe, had left tho rite of jG 'oreetce di Livoli, and soaght an litre- j Soon it wa? whispered that the yon rig si ionnt was nolonger devof??d to the F*idy tl :rcnice, but was passionately cnatnu tlio beautiful American. Jealousy tl:i from the eyes of the beautiful girl. It was late ere the fete was broken unit Lavelli handed the American r carriage, and Be e nice returned to dly home, filled with rage and jealoi The next day the Americans left U<> Florence, whither they were folloi the young nobleman. I'jioii this, e tire of an Italian disposition was r. in the breast of Berenice ?li Livoli, j e now sought only revenge ; love 1 ished from Iter bosom. She soon nne, and the c/rfti/fofanew prima dm is shortly afterw rds announced in uited States. CIIA1TEU III. lie won that heart in its simplicity. All undisguised in its young tendern And smiling saw that he, and only lie, Had power to wound it or to bless I.. i;. 1 Upon a divan in a luxnrioud} turnis awing-room, lay a young girl. Siie r, oh ! very fair, with eyes of a lieai blue, and shining hair, of a bright i ii brown. There was an air of twipii lineinent in every motion of low gr. 1 form?in the wave of her I><-aiii ind, or the tone of her thrilling \< reauiily the sweet girl lay, her Ii pported by her hand, and her eyes I jsed.?The soft folds of her blue lie fell gently around her slight tigi id the rich lace was scarcely whiter t e polished throat it encircled. 'Marie,' said a deep, musical \oice; ays dreaming She started ; those eyes, usually o ilu a lustre, brightened, and a faint e se upon her cheek as she met the gin the intruder. 'Eugene, murmured. as Ins col essed a kiss upon her brow, 'dear ine, liavo you conio at last i All rening J waited for you, and oh I I nfpeeotned the weasy hours.' As ?ugeno llarritvgton listened totl mi tie words of reproach, pang o orse for a moment shot through lart, hut lio answered gaily? 'You Hatter me, Marie.' She replied with a glance of those cs, in whieh love and tenderness si ith a glorious lustre. There was something touching in ok, and its he gazed Upon the gentle ; ! shuddered inwardly at the course js pursuing. His promise to the Ita se up in his mind?a promise whiel s cooler moments, he knew he slu sver fulfil, and he resolved that moil iver to see her again. It was a sud solve, but naturally Eugene llarrinj as possessed of a strong mind and a e heart, brought up to have his e> him gratified, he had given way to i! passions of his nature, and at all ti If predominated. Such was now se, tor in giving lip the prima donna arrying Marie Kitzherbert, he, it is t erifiecd his feelings to his interest, e last two or three years, Eugene ;en living upon the debris of a once n ficont fortune, dissipated by his u?< Ltravagance. Tt was this that cai m toseekthu hand of Marie Eitzlierl id beside being the only daughter illionaire, she win very beautiful, I ed, and of an old ami aristocratic fan Winning the hand and heart ofthes\ rl had been a source of groat triump m, for a uid the circle of admirers irrounded her, most of them were 1 ealthy, and every way calculated to irhand. Hut she loved Eugene Ilarr n?loved him with the first, pure lot young heart. In him were centem ir earthly hojies, her joys, ami she ived that it was returned. True, ines lie seemed moody and neglec it she forgave all this, attributing it s posit ion noble, bu' somewhat caprici id then how trilling seemed tne tii hen, with assumed tenderness, he pi 1 her to his tiosom, and called her his i recioua Marie. Ah ! these were gol< nted days to the sweet girl; blight ns of the future were continually tlir< ?g her brain. When Eugene was vn,time would Steal on rosy-footed he id earth would seem almost a parat h ! little did she dream of her lo\ ithlessness ; had she known it, how stricken flower, laid low by the chil asta of autumn, would that fair f five sunk ; but she was destined to i while ere the dazzling dream rcr. A month had passed, and Eugene 1 ng'.on had not broken his resolve, for rima donna had been absent on a vis une of the other principal cities of nion. lie was one morning startlci ii Announcement in the morninor na lat the Italian eantatrice was in the rul would aing that evening for the me ere she enilcd for Italy. A sudden di??ire aeized him to agair old her, and for the laat time to liate le tone* of that ravishing voice, tought hinraW firm ; vain thought gain he listened to thatdvicet voice, rank in tho beauty of that splendid f ace more he behold those dark, luat ^es?the ooal black, shining hair, gli Krith gems of priceless value? t of polished whiteness, with the 1 ig shoulderd^thst voWptnot^thc rmmetrical figure. Again wss*hfc trow* by the syren Woman around I red liis senses were bewildered, and the same ish- influence that had subdued him once, was again at work. Again had the Italian up. conquered, and again did Eugene Ilarringto ton yield to her power. She had vowed her revenge, and never does an Italian dispo- ( isy. sition icsl till its revenge is complete. ) me, Again Eugene Harrington sat with the t ved prima donna in her splendid bmulotr. She j j all was more beautiful than ever; her cheek j us- wore a more brilliant hue, and the light of < ?nd her glorious eyes were brighter. Eotullv > ivas her lover's arm encircled her waist, and as < left her head rested upon his sholder, his i j una tlii< k, dark l<> ks mingled with her shining I . the hair. . 'Oh, Eugene!' she murmured, 'when in I my own bright Italy, we shall be happv; ( where the breezes whisper through the i groves of orange and myrtle, Waring along ; the fragrant breath of countless llowers, | oh, there shall we love each other with a ; deeper lo\o. The hours will pass likeoih* J long, bright suininer day, beneath mv own t beautiful arching sky.' j | 'The dream is very bright, my own Va- ( nina,' whisper Eug-'ite, fondly,'too blissful j to be ever realized.' , imp At this tin ment, lotn a d hurried steps site were heard in the passage, and voices a> I it' in altercation. Eugene Harrington's it'll, cheek p eed, but the eyes of the prima nee. donna lln-lied yet brighter as she prondlv ead drew herself up to awji t the intruder.? half ' he door wtis flung open, and Ilarley silk Wharton stood before them, his hair and l)r,, dress disordered, ami evidently laboring ban under sonic powerful excitement. 'Eugene Harrington!' he madly ex?n|. claimed,'for Hod's sake, come !?have this accursed place! a lie is dying!? i|' so Even now that sweet voice is faintly call olor "'J, for one who should he w atching by lier nice >ide, instead of revelling in the arms of that syren woman. Oh ! for her sake, |,11 v hasten, ere the pure spirit is fled Ku- The prima donna gazed upon thespeakl:wt ; < r. allil Seemed to driiil- ii? ! -, ! now littered. Sin* wax deathly pale, and as 11?* concluded, a wild, mocking laugh broke liese Ir??111 her, and >he turned scornfully to EuI re- gone Harrington, who stood, white, and i Ins j like one deprived of his senses. 'Cio! go!' she cried,' and hid the palehrowed American girl farewell; her heart soft is breaking, and 'ti.-> well?mine was broklono en long ago ? Again that laugh resounded mockingly the through the room; another morrent, and girl, site was gone. Eugene Harrington press, he ed his hand wildly to his hrow, and gazed lian around as if awakening from a dream, i, in 'Linger no longer !' cried Hurley Wliarxild ton ; and seizing liim by the arm, he led lent him forth where the stars were shinning, den jinn Upon a couch, in a darkened chamber, no- lay Marie FitzherUrt. Her blue eyes rerv were closed, and the long lashes rested the upon the cheek, pure and colorless as Panics : rian marble. Low sighs broke from her the lips, like the wail of weary childhood, and and I then all was silent, and she lay still, white rue, and motionless as before. The silken curFor tains were looped far back, that thesutTerhad er might breathe more freely, and floated jag- like an azure cloud around her. llersilk;less en curls, of t ;at pale, golden hue, damp iscd with perfume, lay in dishevelled masses jert, upon the snowy pillow, scarce whiter than of a the small hands folded upon her bosom, tigh ! Poor Marie! thy heart is almost broken; nil v. [ thou hast learned tny lover's faithlessness, veetl and like a summer flower, bent to the h to I stroke. that I Put now shadows darken the aparment, very I and Eugene Harrington kneels by theside wiu | of his betrothed, liegazcs upon that paling lid cheek ar.d marble brow, and low, deep reof groans break from his breast. At a littlo 1 all1 distance, with folded arms and compressed be-' lips, stands Ilarlov Wharton. There is , at' anguish in every lineament of that noble tfnl, j face, but the deep emot'ons of that heart to a are manfully kept down, ous; j 'Marie ! oh, Marie!' murmured Eugene iiilts Harrington, as he pressed to his lips her ess- j cohl hand, 'speak to me !' own Put the sweet girl answered not. Jen- My (iod ' he cried, 'will those blue vis- eyes never more open to the li<rht ofdav ? >ng- ?anil I havo caused all this, oh ! miscraher ble, despicable being that I am ! Curses airs, upon the syren Italian ! Oh, Marie, awake, lise. ami let a life's devotion repay thy young rer's heart's grief; 'tis thy Eugene that calls like thee !' ling Slowly the 1>eautiful eyes unclosed, and orin her glance fell upon the repentant one live kneeling beside her. was 'Eugene,' she faintly murmured, 'who called that name ? lie is faithless to his lar- Marie!' the 'Oh ! forgivo me ! forgive me! my beau* it to tifnl, tny own? he cried* passionately; "the 'live to bless my future life!' I by Those soft eve* gMW brighter; she i?er? crazed into her lover's face with a look of city, 1 returning life, nnd faintly twined her arms | last: around lii? neck. He drew her U^his bosom : lior head fell upon his should#?. ? be- and she gently slumbered in those embrac;n to ing nnns. Ho 'Thank Heaven, she is saved ? ejacu;!? lated Ilarley Wharton, r.nd pressing his and hands tightly upon his brow, he rushed ace; from the apartment, rous Euger.e Harrington was a ehnnged and ttei- a better man. Th# devotion of tha fair that Iftrl, even when she Itnew hieoerfidy, went ong, to the depths ofTits Upart, and as he, kneel>u^h ing, held her id his^nrros, he inwardly lure vowed to honefcfoTtk and forever five fbr tim: her, and hjer alone. * CHAPTER IV. tho 'Soon, fair iirkle, nItc Will thy bright dream he over.' one VC1)| Lights flashed from tire large windows ? >1 a stately mausoin in St. Mark's Place. <* floods of delicious harmony swept through J hu vast saloons, lilled with the young ? tud beautiful. It was the bridal night of Marie Fitzhcrbert, and already was the sweet girl arrayed in tlic spotless robe of mowy satin, and her long veil, fastened I with a simple wreath of orange blossoms, At lloatod like a dewy mist around her. She tot ?it in a little balcony that overlooked the the spacious gardens, and by her side was " Eugene Harrington, awaiting the hour fnih that should unite them in the holiest of and ties. Smiles wreathed her beautiful lips afte is she looked into that noble face, and face Iter gloved hand gently gave back the n)JfJ insuring pressure it received, Ves? that Eugene Harrington had learned to love g?t he fair young being at his side, and now thai l was no selfish love. A change had to t joine over that spirit, naturally noble, betf and all that was good and manly in his the lispositioti, shone forth with renewed 1 lustre. the From the day that Marie Fitzhcrbert boy hoveled upon the verge of the spirit- pin land?when he gazed upon that marble net face an 1 closed eyes?he was a different hoy man; and when the first vows of peni- trui tenee and forgiveness were passed, a deep wat and holy love seemed to take possession of his heart, purfving it, and dispersing sell those evil passions that had hitherto pris predominated. littl Long had they satupon the star-lit bal- s"r cony, and more holy vows were given at i and received, of unending love and con- Co staney. Hut now light footsteps were so heard approaching, and a fairy child, of )*oi scarce ten summers, bounded into their nit presence, her soft eyes radiant, and her als ,.ll_ i. e. ii! i i > jjuhjvii iiinr tailing in sinning masses m upon her shoulders. <. 'See! sister, see!' she cried, holding lip a magniHceiit hunch of flowers, what I . have brought you.' J;1 Where did you get them, Florence dar- 11 ling/' said Marie Kitzlierbert, as she took J1111 them from the hands of the child. 'Oh, a beautiful lady gave them to me, ?*1 with such large black eyes, and dark hair; 1 /I but she was so pale, and she said bring x,sl them to you, ipid be very careful and not spoii them.' 'It must have been Julie Elton, t?y Florence's description,' said the fair girl for to her lover, 'she arranges flowers most cx. beautifully, and this is certainly exquisite. Qr| Look, Eugene?this while rose, surround- js]t ed by japonicas and camelis?how beauti< ?>; . the Eugene Harrington took the flowers , nuJ from her hand, and holding them to his fro] lips, breathed in their delicious perfume. ,Tlicy are very fragrant,' he replied, and again he inhaled their perfume. Hut suddenly they dropped from his 23 hand, and he trembled violently. coi 'Eugene!' cried the fair girl, leaning tal upon his arm; but she received no answer, cai 'Dear Eugene,' she repeated, 'are you cer ill/' At But lie replied not. Ilis head rested ^ct against a marble pillar, and as the nighs breezes lifted his thick hair from oft' hit 1 brow, she saw by the light of the pale frjt moon that his eyes were closed; she press- p)e ed her hand upon his brow?it was cold Hg; as death, and the throbbing of his heart tur was still. A piercing scream broke upon we, the night air, so loud and lon/r that the cheek* of many a one in that gay assemblage blanched. A wild, mocking /? laugh was heard, and a white form q glided from the thick shrubbery that Rjn( surrounded the balcony. A few moment* more, and the form of Eugene Harrington was found, ?ol<l and lifeless, but hi* arm even in death, encircled the form of his ha' bride, who lay pale and senseless upon Ac his bosom. At their feet lay a bunch of an ciushed flowers, the snowy petals of which Je: had assume I a dark purpleish tinge, and on the aiv was filled with an odor as almonds. They rcniovedjihe inanimate form of the beautiful girl, and in her bridal robes, laid her upon the santo couch where a few tin months previous sho had laid as cold and cei senseless as now. A raging fever was in to her brain, and again that pure spirit hovered betwixt heaven and earth. in * * * l'lircc years have flown. In the deep hay window of a noblo mansion are two ce) persons. In the tall, noble figure of tho ^ gentleman wo recognize Ilarley Wharton. There is the light of subdued joy in his 1u oye, as he gazes fondly upon the slight ex form beside him. Wo have before seen those curls of golden hair, and those deep blue eyes, and in the gentle wife of Ilarley Wharton, we bclioldthe beautiful Marie Fitzhcrbert. Time has softened the poig- flc nancy of her grief, and as she meets the ac love-look of those dark eyes, she feels that th she is lovoil deeply and truly, and though 1? sho may noWfeol that passionate love that fir j tilled her heart three years before, yet she mi is happy, calmly and serenely happy.? th There are litfcs of deep suffering upon her a i 1 white brow, bnt tho devoted love of him or, who had worshippc<3t1itfT from childhood, he had alieviated the nAerj^of all almoat broken heart. ^ * The lWlan prima donua sailed iimn#c? diately for Italy upon the announcement! ac of the death of F.ufeno Harrington. Ah J H. ugh foiled in her purposes* yet she ex'd in the death of him held so dear by against whom she had Vowed re films 'Jtriiia, kt> This is a Boy that I can Trust. onck visi.ed a large public school.? recess a little fellow came up and spoke he teacher; as he turned to go down platform the master said t That is a boy I can trust. lie never ;d me." I followed him with my eye* looked at him when he took his seat r recesss. lie had a fine manly open ;. 1 thought a good deal about the iter's remark. "What a character had t little boy earned! lie had already what would be worth more to him n a fortune. It would be a passport inhe best store in the city, and, what is :er, into the confidence and respect of whole community. wonder if the boys know how sooil y are rated by other people. Every ' in the neighborhood is known, and oions are formed of him \ he has a cltarer, either favorable or unfavorable. A * of whom the master can say. "I can st hiin, he never failed me," will never lit employment. The fidelity, prompts and industry which he shows at ool are in demand everywhere, and ard '.ed everywhere, lie who is faithful in le, will be faithful also in much. Ho e boys that you earn a good reputation school, lb-member, you are just where d placed you, and your duties are not much given you by your teacher or ur parents, as by God himself. You ist render an account to them, and yoli o will be called to render an account to ui. He trusty?be iruc. Mr. Yanderbilt's steam ship, in which s proposed to make a pleasure trip to rope and the Mediterranean, has been ned the Korth Star. She will be nched in a day or two, and it is KJcted she will make the passage from w-York to Southampton, the first port ted, in twelve days. She is only 600 s smaller than the Collius1 steamers. \ New-York paper mentions a rumor, which it docs not vouch, that another edition is being organized in Newcans, with the design of invading tbo tnd of Cuba. A colonel of the late ngarian army is to have command ti% \ expedition, which already, it is said, libers a force of fifteen hundred men, in Cincinnati and elsewhere. A letter from Havana, dated February , states that on the day previous the nmander of the British corvette Fir* 'called on Judge Sharkey, the Ameriii Consul, to make au explanation connig the firing on the barque Martha i/i. The explanation is said to have ;n satisfactory. The Boston Transcript says that the nds of Mr. Jonas Chickering will be used to learn that his Manufactory is lin under full operation. He is now ning out about twenty pianos per ek. huring the past year, 182 applications divorce were mado in the Court of innion Pleas of Pennsylvania, aud 44 co the 1st of January. n>e hog c;op of the West appears to re turned out most bountifully thisyeai. cording to the returns the excess of inmls slaughtered and packed over last *r amounts to four hundred and eighty e thousand. Peaoltiec. The penalty of buying cheap clothes, is 3 same as that of going to law?the rtainty of losing your suit and having pay for it. The penalty of marrying, is a motherlaw. A lawyer once asked a Dutchman eonrning n pig in court, "What ear marks d he ?" Tel, ven I first begatne ac aint mit de hock, lie liad no ear mark*, cept lie bad a short tail." The last Altar. Ir Christianity should be compelled to so from the mansions of the great, the ademie* of the philosophers, or Uve rong of busy men, we would find her st and purest retreat with wotnen at the wide, net last altar would he tbo fo- * ale heart ; her last audience would be e children gathered around the knees of mother, h?t last sacrifice y?e secret pray , cseaping in silence from "her Hps, and iard pethaps onlv at the throne of God." 80 writes an eloquent anther. This is high etllogy upon woman* Rather that 11 Tn question Its jiutnaw, we solemnly Imonish her to show herself worthy of W L* ,