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?I)C Canteen Sournnl. vmTTAfF7tlT CAMDEN, SOUTH-C AKOLINA, APK1L 19,1850. - NUMBER 31. jjjt?. ?' I . . . i i ? i il:. :...i i _i. ; I .*???* kn. u?? j a?: ?- - i ? Selected Sale. FASHION. JL JL AS MS XA. ah ? _? _ A Tale of Fashionable Life in Charleston. WRTTTEN FOR TIIE " CHARLESTON-EVENING SEWS." Bylhe Author of Money and Matrimony, <j-r. ( Concluded.) CH VI'TKR VIII. Time on his ewift coursers sped on his never eeasing journey. Days passed, weeks glided into months and anotherycar had gone by without bringing any improvement in our heroine's situation. Brandon and hcrsclt were never Seen together. If she walked, it was alone ; if she visited, it was among persons he knew nothing about He was seldom at home, and when there treated his wife with contemptuous silence. Emma was not of a nature to conciliate, where she met contempt and therefore by tacit agreement they became alienated. Emma Jiad evinced a talent for poetry, and now that she had so many lonely hours, she cultivated her taste with renewed ardor, producing a numW nf nieces of considerable merit. Of this , wv* I . she was not conscious, until one evening as she looked over them, intending to assort and put them away, Courtenav was announced as a visitor. The confusion she betrayed, with her haste in collecting them, induced him to believe that they were original pieces. Courtenav had j always admired Emma. He knew that Emma | was talented, and thought if he had been her husband, how gladly he would have relinquished all society in which she was not appreciated. He did not, however, blame his friend, as he knew his faults proceeded not from a depraved heart, but a defective education. " Mrs. Brandon " Rnirl Courtenav. " will vou allow me to look at those pieces?" She, careless of praise or blame, put some of them into his hand.? These he perused and reperused with evident pleasure, and then exclaimed, "Exquisite." He remained for a few minute9 with the papers in his hand musing. He was generously concocting a plan by which he could make Ed wan! proud of his wife. At length he said, " Will you do me the favor to let me have these ?" "You may take them all," she replied; "they have served to while away the weary hours, but I attach no value to them." He took them with eagerness, and made another petition that she would allow him to publish them. The namo nf ftio nnfhnr he Raid, should not be | known except by her own consent. Emma expressed surprise and disapprobation. He persisted, and at length gained a reluctant consent. One of the pieces was entitled '* The Neglected Wife," which she would have abstracted, but he resolutely withheld it, and she was obliged to give up the contest. In a shorter time than such matters arc usually managed, a small volume was presented to the public entitled, ' Fugitive pieces by a Lady." By the reading part of the community, the book was spoken o*", and her sons of taste admired it. Among others, Edward procured a copy, and took it home. Seated in his study, he read piece after piece, until he came to the u Neglected. Wife." The pathos, the heart-sufferings, the truthful trials depicted in that place, awakened him to a sense of the injustice he was doing his own wife; for Edward, in spite of many failings, was a man of sense and sensibility. " Such trials," thought he, " must she have experienced." Again lie read it. Every line came home to him with a sickening sense of his unworthy conduct. Touched and subdued, tears gathered in his eyes. At this moment Emma entered the apartment for a book she had lett there, and was leaving the room without noticing him, when he looked up, and extending his hand, said " Come here, Emma. I have bought something which I want you to see, my love. Emma was for a moment rooted to the spot. It was so long since Brandon had spoken a kind word to her, that she was doubtful if she heard aright But observing the tearful eyes, and the look of contrition, she precipitated herself toward him, and fell upon his bosom. And now he parted the dark hair from the sweet white forehead, gazed into those tender eyes and kissed them fondly as ift days of I yore. And at length placing the book in her 1 band he said, ' Here is something worth read ing; who can the writer be ? if married, how proud and happy must the husband be of such a companion ! What pathos, what delicacy, what noble sentiment breathes in every line!? The pieces were her own. Oh moment of exquisite happiness to be praised by Brandon !? She became flushed and excited as Brandon continued reading and extolling. Iler heart fluttered and fluttered until she thought it would burst its prison house to proclaim the secret.? And yet what right had she to do so. She had given the pieces to Courtenay and he had published them at his own risk, with what motive she could not divine. She could therefore tell Brandon nothing until she had seen him. While these thoughts were passing in her mind Brandon had fixed upon her deeply blushing face a searching, inquiring gaze. 'It is barely possible/ thought he, 'that she may be the author, but no she never could write like that.' He little dreamed how a woman can express such feeling tflien she has experienced them to her jieart's core. This was a happy hour for poor Emma, rhe thought her trials were all over, that halcyon days were yet in st<.-<\ It was a renewal oflove. The long negl . '. ! harp was brought out and the sweet meloi: .- -i' Emma's voice filled the apartment. Tl - dinner bell Bounded ere they thought it no;-.. for swiftly glides the foot of time that only t.v ids on flowers.' In tho evening Brandon went out, and Emma in tlie secret hope of meeting Courtenay, put on her bonnet and with a light and buoyant spirit took her usual afternoon's promenade. Having inade a few purchases she was returning home 4 with the certainty of seeing the object of her search in the course of the evening, when she was overtaken by a stranger, whom she had met several times before, and whose close scrutiny of her features excited surprise ; still there being nothing to excite uneasiness in the mild, benignant demeanor of the gentleman the circumstance had escaped her memory, lie was a man apparently in the meridian of life, in figure, tall and commanding, with a face highly intellectual and strongly marked with lines of suffering. His hair though black and glossy, displayed not a few of those silvery telltales which time places there as gentle warnings that we are wending our way to the grave. Emma quickened her steps h"t *he stranger kept close to her side, said ?ng about its getting late and his wis ee *er safe home. Emma stiffly bowed, sa^.ng she was already nearly home. But he persisted and they walked along in silence. On coming in sight of the house she observed Brandon going in. The stranger also seeing him quickly took his leave. 'Who was your beau, Emma?' asked Brandon when they were seated in the parlor, with seeming carelessness. 'Methinks he made rather a precipitate retrograde movement 0:1 seeing your husband.' 'Indeed I do not know,' answered she, 'though I have seen him several times by accident.' For an instant a dark shade stole over the fine features of Brandon. It was in the next dissipated as he looked at the expression of purity painted upon the ingenuous face beforehim, atul all suspicion would have passed from his mind had he not observed that she displa}'ed considerable anxiety whenever the door opened. 'Who are you expecting, Emma?' he said with something like pique in his manner.' 'I thoni/ht.' answered she. stammering and - CJ 'CP slightly confused, 'that Mr. Courtenay might call.' '1 do not see,' said he, 'how the simple circumstance of Mr. Courtenay's calling should produce such impatience and such visible trepidation, hut if it is really he whom you are expecting, he is confined to his room with a severe cold and will not be out for several days probably.' 'Did he send no message V asked Emma with evident disappointment 'Message?to you, pray what message should he have sent to you?' asked Brandon in a raised tone. 'I was not aware 4hat there was such close communion between you. Take care, Emma,' he continued with earnestness, 'a husband's confidence is much easier lost than regained.' 'Oh Edward,' she returned with eyes brimful of tears, 'will you never understand me.' 'It would take something more of a philosopher than I profess to be, to understand you to night, Mrs. Brandan.' And thus had unpleasant feelings again sprung up in his bosom. And yet when he reflected upon the nobleness of Courtenav's character, and that he would be the last man in the world to injure a friend, his angry feelings were subdued. And if it had been so, why should he blame Emma? Neglected bv her husband and her home rendered desolate by his desertion, she might, without a thought of guile, have encouraged a friendship for another. 'Emma,' said Brandon at breakfast the next day, 'ifyou walk out this morning, will you purchase a new chain for inv watch.' 'Certainly/ she replied with a smile, 'if you promise to be pleased.' 'I do,' he said, kissing her affectionately.? And thus harmony was once more restored. Emma, after making her purchases, was coming out of the store, when she again encountered the stranger. It seemed remarkable that she should thus always meet him. He now accosted her by name and said something, to which j she would not reply and to avoid him went into another store. On coming out, she found him waiting for her. Provoked at this, she was about requesting hitn to leave her, when hapneniii!T to cast hPr evo nnnn hi< f-im r%hc/.r. veil there such deep-seated melancholy that her heart reproached her for the unkind intention, and as he lingered by her side, she felt there was a bond of sympathy between them. There was something about him which deeply interested her. She would have wished to ask his name, but the impropriety of comnicnceing v. conversation with a perfect stranger prevented. As these reflections flitted through her mind, she observed Mrs. Jewell and Lucy on the opposite side of the street looking at her. They bowed stillly and without lurther notice passed on. At this moment the stranger sighed deep- j ly and Kmrna could not prevent herself from saying,'You seem unhappy, sir.' ror many years, ne replied, *1 nave Deen j weighed down by misery. 1 would tell you my I history, but this is no time. Should we meet | again, will you listen to it {' Emma hesitated at a loss what to reply. Observing this, ho said 'You are apprehensive of impropriety, believe me there can be none.' They had now come in sight of the house when lie left her. Emma's thoughts now dwelt incessantly upon the stranger. She wished she had enquired his name and determined to do so the next time she met him, and if he was what lie appeared to he a gentleman in distress, she would interest her husband in him. Until then, she would not trouble Mr. Brandon by relating so trivial an incident. The same day at the usual fashionable hour for visiting, Brandon called upon Mrs. Sewell, when Lucy almost immediately asked, 'Pray Mr. Brandon who was that very elegant gentleman walking with Emma t) day ?" 'Indeed 1 cannot divine,' said Brandon, slightly coloring. 'Emma may he in the habit of walking with more than one person.' 'Well, all I can say is that he is remarkably handsome, I have seldom seen a more interesting face.' Edward moved uneasily on his chair as he asked, 'ivnu pray wnat sryie 01 Deauty nasne - i and Lucy went on, 'A most intelligent dar* < eye, black waving hair and a superb air of gen- i tility about him.' The description correspond- ! ed exactly with that of the person he had seen i with Emma a few evenings before, and return- ] iug home he thought over and over again of the i circumstance and wondered if Emma would ; say anything about it. She did not, and he re- ] ? ---' '1 *-* 1 /lanrneen/4 Tr? VQin < Iliaillt'U ailt'ja rtHU OIUVIIUJ \ivmvoovu< All fHin Emma put forth all her endearing arts to amUso and interest. She could elicit nothing but a peevish ejaculation. After dinner Brandon went to visit Courtenay. Among the topics discussed the latter mentioned the poems and asked his friend if he had seen them. 'I have and like them much.' 'Did Mrs. Brandon inform you who was the author?' 'So. 1 think she does not know herself.' Courtenay smiled with evident satisfaction as he said 'What a nice casuist she is! how judi- 1 ciously she judges between right and quite right 11 She thought it would be right to tell you but ' 1 not quite right to do so without first seeing me.' I 'As usual,' replied Brandon, 'it is difficult to j 1 n? > 11 come at your meaning, ?^uurienay. j 'Are you so dull Brandon as not to know?' 1 The whole truth Hashed at once upon Bran- < don, and a joyful surprise lighted up his face. I This was only for an instant. Soon a dark i cloud overspread his countenance, while he said to himself, 'Emma could not have written those 1 pieces. This mysterious stranger doubtless j had a hand in it. It was a concerted plan to j bring me before the public as a descrtciiof my < fire-side, a neglectcr of her whom I had sworn at the altar to love and cherish. Yes, the ob^ i ject is as plain as daylight.' i To the astonishment and dismay of Courte nay, Brandon snatched up his hat and without i saving a word left the house. On reaching his < own door, happening to look across the street, 1 there stood the stranger, who with folded arms ( was evidently waiting for the appearance of 1 some one. In his present excitement, this I was more than Brandon could bear. He turn- 1 ed in haste, and was in the act of crossing to 1 to demand an explanation, when the man van- 1 ished as by magic; and in gloom and anger he i entered his house. He was angry with his wife, but more with nimseit. ** l ne prize wnicn was not appreciated by me," thought he, "is > now lost. And yet I cannot blame her! If I worn out with slight and neglect she has found a sympathising friend. Was she not alone and ' desolate? Did she not bestow upon me her ' young, fresh affections, knowing too that I was ' not capable of prizing the gift, Oh how like a ' fool and madman I have acted?" Emma with the most tender caresses and I and softest words essayed to draw from hint A'*'" "??MKut\nin/ioo Kilt K^i U'QU ci- J una ni'rt cuuau ui iuiim|'jjiuvoo, ujv u\, t. lilent, and resolved to watch. Aye, the noble, I the high minded Brandon had resolved to watch 1 ... 1 his wife and upon proof of what he suspected ' to act promptly. Kmm.i had not dared to ask him if lie had seen Courtenay; she could not ' help thinking, somehow, that lie had something to do with her husband's ill humor. ( A few days after this, Emma, in her usual ' promenade, again encountered the stranger, 1 who was evidently watching for her. She did 1 not .it tins tunc try to avoiu mm: sue n.ia re- | solved to find out who and what lie was, and if worthy (which she doubted n she would claim for him the assistance of her husband. At ell events she would know his name. After walking for a short time in silence, she said to him,' I believe you promised me you name, and a portion of your history.' tie looked at her steadily ami replied, 'My name is Mi!wood; my history you can only learn cursorily, as the street would be no place for particulars, if you -could meet me any . where I .' 'That I cannot,'added she quickly,'without ' the approbation of iny husband.' 1 4 He must know nothing of mo, 'said Mil wood 1 'and for this, 1 have most cogent reasons.' lie ii:en began. 41 am by birth an Englishman, ' though, living so long in thin my adopted conn- J try, 1 consider myself an American. Scarcely 1 nineteen summers had rolled over my head, s when I leved one as young and beautiful as ' yon'self. :*ho belonged to die proudest fami- y ly in the State, and Iter parents refused their I consent to her union with me, as they styled ' tnc a foreign adventurer.* In short we were c clandestinely married, raid she was in con so- 1 qucnce east off, and disinherited, by her lather. ' Four y? ars of unalloyed felicity winged their lliglit, when my adored Ellen died, without hav- s lug obtained her father's forgiveness; and short- ^ ly after, he also paid the debt of nature. I had c one child, an idol, whom cirennist'inees com- js polled ine to leave for a time. I went toanoth- I * er country, was absent two years. On my re- j1 turn, my eh'ld was nowhere to he found. Im- J c cgiue my distraction! I rosolveO to traverse the j s wide world, to search each hidden corner of i 1 the earth to discover my lost treasure. Fran- . j5 ticallv ! wandered from place to place; from r year to year I travelled, but no trace could be j *' * !'/ w... . i ,i. ....I s muiiu. * living niyseu up ;n r'ii^ui, iu uc.-'j-ui., | I became lost to the world, and to myself. Du- J' ring this long night, when reason had deserted ' her throne, i wasconlined within the walls of a '' hosjiital for the insane. When I recovered, the search was renewed with redoubled ardor, and j c the largest rewards were offered, hut without!11 effect, and I was a second time on the point I of uiviiur mvsii>lf nn fn desoaii*. when I returned I?v " b'j?ti "v?" . rji to tliis~piacc, and gained tidings of my long ; " lost child.' Here tin* stranger became much s agitated, and taking out his handkerchief burst1 into tears, Hut recovering himself, he contin- s ued,' Yes, I found her, but how!?a stranger v to happiness?an alien from her husband's affections, abandoned, suspected by him?a tencler flower bruised and crushed by unkindness.' ) Here Mil wood stopped, and Kmma in deep ' sympathy and excitement of the moment, had [AKen ins imuu. ai mis uisuiiu sne saw mime- i diately before her,?Brandon. Mil wood had j seen him first, and now slipped out of sight. Emma, from being exceedingly pale, became scarlet. Yet conscious of innocence, she would have offered an explanation, but Brandon took no further notice of her, than casting upon her a look of extreme sternness, turned away and hurried home. She came in soon after, and ?oing up to her husband would have explained the circumstance, but lie shook her off as if she had been a viper, exclaiming, 'Off, madam, nor dare to approach the victim of your treachery. Know that an injured husband's honor shall be vindicated!' Then in a more softened voice he continued, 'I mayhave deserved this judgement, but it has come in a shape that I can least endure. Oh Emma! perfidious woman! could you find no other way to revenge yourself?' ' Edward,' exclaimed the astonished and deeply indignant Emma, " what is it you suspect? [fyou reference to my accidental meeting with Lhe stranger, I can easily explain?' ' I will listen to no explanation,' he furiously exclaimed; 'seeing is believing. To-morrow I hunt up this miscreant, who dares creep into the sanctitude of my domestic circle, like a venomous serpent with his poisonous fangs, to inflict a wound which not even his heart's blood can heal.' Emma said nothing more. That her husband should harbor a suspicion inimical to her purity; that her innocent sympathy for a stranger should have involved her in such a labyrinth of difficulties was perfectly bewildering.? Though pale, and agitated, she was too indignant to offer any further explanation. In a state of mind it is impossible to describe, she retired to rest that niirht. Her thoughts dwelt o o upon her husband, and upon the stranger. She could not deny she took a lively interest in the latter. She however resolved to give him no opportunity of speaking to her again. It was enough that he had occasioned uneasiness to tier husband; and she trusted that should they meet, an explanation would take place which would end in the happiest results. In the mean time, conscious innocense would be her support. Late in the afternoon of the following day, Brandon returned from his unsuccessful pursuit Haggard and exhausted he threw himself into a chair. His intensely excited feelings seemed to have subsided into a soft ^melancholy, and as Emma ventured to approach him, laying her white hand on his forehead, and in low childlike accents, endeavored to reassure him, he looked at her ingenuous countenance, and into those truthful loving eyes and was tempted to believe she was yet all his own. Leaning his fatigued head upon her bosom he wept They were tears that allayed his feverish excitement, mid soothed his feelings. He pressed her to bis heart, whispeiing 'I will love thee whatever thou art.' She now endeavored to explain all, but her account was necessarily unsatisfactory, Milwood's secret was not her own. He had told her that he had potent reasons for not wishing to reveal his story to Brandon at present. A doubt must therefore still linger in her husband's mind. It was barely a doubt, but tmough to prevent his being happy. A week lap-ed. Emma had not been out for fear o meeting Milwood, and stiring up anew Brane? _i.? <v.u a-.,,..., ilUII 3 ^U^pniwil.1, I yjl Jilt* lv.ll U I ?1 ? II 11/ llllll >11111 i cord of sympathy that would not be loosed. She was grappling with the impression that somehow or other she was connected with him. Who knows, said she mentally, while the light sfhope irradiated her countenance, hut that he nay be my father. I was left in the manner ho lescribes. Oh ! 'she exclaimed aloud enthusiisticaily clasping her hands,' if it should turn nit so, with what pride Would I present him to ny husband. Take care Emma, you are imnagining impossibilities, the stranger has seen lis child?for*several months, his interest in rou proceeds from a fancied resemblance to his ost wife.' A surprising change had come over Edward Brandon. He had seen his error: 110 longer nergcd in scenes of gaiety, he was fast becomng a domestic, lover of home. It Is needless to lay that Ktnmn hailed this with joy, and hope mmed once more brightly in her bosom. They vere one evening cozily seated in their little mrlor, he v.*as reading the book which Emma md siiccedcd in convincing him was her own imposition, when a servant entered, and hand11I Iwip <1 nn(o it'll! # li clio ma Qiinmip nnriiDiifl tli'itl icr cheek flushed with ilio crimson emotion. S'ext.joy irradiated her countenance and then eltied into n look of regret and irresolution.? trandon had all this time been watching the lianges in her countenance, with the closest crufinv, and had put his own construction on hem. And when he saw her cruuiplc up the into and put it. into her pocket, all his suspiions returned with redoubled force. Voilently tailing from Ids chair he insisted on seeing the Kite. Emin;i, strangely agitated, threw herelf before him, and clasped his knees. With >esecching looks she cried, 'Oh my husband lave confidence in your Emma, and believe that he would not harbor a thought injurious toyour mnor. I cannot show you this not at present; rust mo only for a few days, and all shall be i.'iooilv exnlained. - II J I I le shook her off, and extending his hand exlainied more violently, "The note. I say give no the note.' Kmma rose from her kneeling posture; and valking to tho light took out the note, reading I u\<Ji ilgaill IAJ SUU 11 SI1U CUUUl COIISCltMUHHlSlV how it to her husband. It ran thus: '1 have watched and waited for you but it ' ecms iu vain. If you wish to know who and vhat you are, meet me to-morrow evening at square, and all shall be revealed. Your msband must not know nothing now. Should 'ou reveal aught to him, the mystery of your lirth will remain for ever a secret.' Milwood. Again Emma approached Brandon with the nv/ic >11 ??=? ?auu. ^->gdui sue Knen, ana in imploring accents cried, "Oh! Edward, dearest husband, have compassion on me?have compassion on yourself. Do not insist upon seeing this note, and believe that all will turn out as you coula wish. His only reply was, "Give me the note; you can deceive me no longer." Emma sued no more, but ijising with dignified composure, proudly wiped the tear-drop from her eye, and drawing herself up, until her height appeared majestic, walked to the chimney, and deliberately threw the note into the fire, where it was consumed before Edward could recover from his surprise. "And now, maaam," said ne, rising, " 1 leave you to your very pleasant reflections. In the morning I quit the city. In a week I return; but it will be to take measures for a final separation. Emma remained for some time after Brandon left her, standing in the middle of the floor with clasped hands. And yet, strange to say, amid all the mingled emotions of her bosom, joy was predomi-" nant. " I shall now know," she murmured, " who are the authors of my existence, and Edward,, ashamed of his suspicions will love me again." The next evening proved raw and disagreeablp, and there was some indication of snow. Notwithstanding the disagreeable appearance of the weather. Emma, putting on her cloak, hastened to her appointment. Milwood was there before her, in a secluded spot. No one was moving about, except now and then a sweep crying out his doleful ditty as he slowly wended his way homeward. When Milwood caught sight of Emma, he rapidly approached, and extending his arms, cried, " Ellen Milwood, my long lost child ! behold your father!" With overpowering emotion, she bounded towards Jiim, exclaiming, " Uti 1 my heart told me who you were." A short explanation is here necessary. MilwooJ on returning the last time to the spot where he had left his child, and which he had frequently visited, encountered an old man, who, with grief upon his countenance, was gazing on the water. Milwood, at a glance, recognized him. With a wild bound, laying hold of him, he exclaimed fiercely," Harry Morris?my child?where is she?" The old man stared wildly, then clasping his hands, said, "Thank heaven, I can now die in peace, since my prayers are heard." It is useless to detail what is already known. Milwood now disclosed'to his daughter, how for months he hpd watched over her, wishing to know of her, and her husband, before he discovered himself ; told her how he had been a secret witness of the anguish of her heart j in short, how, through Harry, he had become aware of every circumstance. And now Emma eloquently pleaded her husband's cause. "Oh, father, he was misled by the demons of pride and fashion. He has now given them up entirely." " Yes," 6aid Milwood, " for a while to give place * to a worse demon. He who should by this time have known you so well, as not to show such a want of confidence." " But, lather," urged Emma, " if he loved me not, could he be jealous? The treasure we prize most ourselves, we are apt to think others will covet. Let me tell him all at once." " Not yet," answered Milwood, " Brandon must yet be further tried, before the happiness of my child shall be entrusted to his keeping." / That night Emma bedewed her pillow with tears of thankfulness, and visions of happiness danced before her. " He said he would be back in a week, and then I shall insist upon telling him all." Milwood now visited his daughter without restraint, as Harry was in his confidence. It was about three evenings after Edward's departure, that Milwood and his daughter were seated together. He was smoothing back her long ringlets? looking fondly into her eyes, and saying how much she reminded him of her sainted mother, while she, with his hand firmly clasped in hers, was looking as fondly at him, when the door was rudely flung open, and Brandon himself appeared.? With the fury of a maniac, he rushed at Milwood , and seizing him by the collar, exclaimed violently, "Dastardly villain?vile destroyer of domestic happiness?infernal serpent winding yourself to rob me of the affections of my wife?receive the punishment due to guilt like vours." He had bv this time, with the strength of desperation, dragged Mihvood to the extremity of the apartment, and standing oft'a few steps, took from his side pocket a pistol, and pointing it at Mil wood's head, was in the act of discharging its contents, when Emma, who had at first heen stupified with surprise and horror, with a loud shriek, darted across the apartment, and snatching the pistol from his hand, threw it to a distance. Edward coolly drew forth another, but Emma, throwing herself on Milwood's bo^om,exclaimed, "He is my father; and now, Edward, if you reach his heart, it must be through mine!" Edward's hands fell powerless to his side, his head drooped upon his bosom, and he stood in tho attitude of a condemned criminal, while Milwood, looking sternly at him, said, "And now, sir, learn that I have long been a witness of your whole course of conduct, and have come to snatch my daughter from a husband's tyranny. He who Knows iiui iiuw iu cipjuuuidir a w lie, i? nui woruijr of that treasure. I leave to-niorrow for another country, and my daughter goes with nie, leaving her unkind husband to his pride, his fashion, and his pleasant reminiscences. "Oh, 110! no!" cried Emma, running towards Brandon, and clinging around his neck, " 1 will never, never leave him." "But lie has insulted and reviled you." Emilia looking into her husband's lace with ar sweet smile, said, "A husband has 110 faults 111 the eyes of his wile." "Ellen," said Milwood, "will you leave for him your father, who has searched the entire world for you. Will you give up riches, my affection, all for him ?" " All, all, father," she replied, "to follow him through the wide world, even a though a dungeon, should open to receive us." Mr. Milwood turned his head aside to hide his emotion. Emma now taking her hushand by the hand, led him to her father. They both sunk upon their knees before him, and Milwood, bending for an instant over their heads, raised them in his arms. Charleston, February, 18*0. Toaacco.?The stock of Kentucky, Virginia and Ohio tobacco on hand 1st. April, in the Philadelphia Inspection Warehouse, was l,2t>9 hhds. Cat. no on on the Constitution.?A correspondent of the Pensvlvanian at Washington, says that Mr. Calhoun's work on the Constitution of the United States, unon which has been engaged for three or four years, is quite completed, and will be issued from the press without loss of time. It is said to he an able exposition of tho principles of' the Constitution.