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You must think me silly; but when child
these words sank deep into my breast.---
Now to rest, Henry-I will prepare your
repast before you leave me, e,"-and she bent
her head to hide the warm tears, which fell
rapidly.


"There will be no rest this day far me-"
said Steinford; in an hour shall be on
my road; therefore, my farewell must be
brief"


"Ro slime, you will see me again at Venice


-then," he added in fond whisper. 1--WE
part no more"


hnt the separation did not apnear tc- -
eager tone, IAN hoar,y yi,dss Saf tho's says Wilt
thou promise me to remain one hour longer
hcre?"


"Surely, surely, dearest" was the reply;
81 promise you--your' father, Rosine-A
must see him ere / depart. Oncemore fare
and again-then left her: no sigh, no cry OF
agony burst from the lips of Rosline; the
door closed. and he was gone.


The travels of one in haste to regain his
native land, are generally void of interest;
so it was with Steinford's; his journey exhib-
tied little variety, and he arrived at the cas-
tie of his father in safety, but too late. The
last sigh of his parent had been breathed-
the last PRAYER for his welfare had been
offered up-aud the senseless form was Lard
in its narrow bed, there to meet corruption.
The dreadful uncertainty, the feverish i'm


patience Of him who hopes the best, yet


breads to hear the confirmation OF his fears,


generally produces intense grief, when the
fatal truth is known. Henry's sorrow was
therefore deep, though unavailing, and he
ask ed if happiness would ever more belong
to hin his heart at that moment answer
ed, No.--But what does not time accomplish!
The keen edge of affliction is destroyeds
the mostened eye is dried; and the wounded
heart is healed. Thus, then, it is through
life. When the bosom is surcharged with
misery. it is then obdurate to the voice o
comfort; let few months pass, and he who
had before turned away, will listen with a.


viditv. So it was with Steinford: the young


recluse again mingled in society, and the
laugh of gaiety again played upon ms ilps. :.


And where nov was Rosline! Truly. 1t


must be said if she was thought Of, it was


casually:-if her devoted attachment was


remembered, it was only as a pleasant


dream-a delightful vison--from which the


sleeper awoke to dread realities.
| But what had caused this change! Whar
had turned Steinford's affections from one


,o whom he had sworn everlasting allegiances
one. in whose breast he would never, ne


yer be forgotten? The world had caused IT,


The voice of nattery had been poured IN


the ear of the rich and handsome Steinfordi


the eve Of an English maiden had beamed OH
him-and Roslne was forgotten.


i II ;s not that the heart of man IS unform-


ed to centre it's affections on one object, anu
that one alone; but it is the desire. the pro"


nppsity. If | may so term it, of lettering the
i Affections OF many---ofi leading crowds IN hlS


chains: dealing life or death, by smiles os
frowns.
H During this time the conscience OF Henry


did not slumber-and, when it reproacheo
him. he would mingle in the dissipations OK
. IN. city. and speed to the haunts OF the
profigate. A Soung Italian had constantly
, attended him, whether it was to the courtiy
: feast, or noisy revel; though It was eviaeht
$ he was i'll at ease in Britain. Ihose VINO ie-
r earded the evident melancholy OF the Ooy:
would fain have persuaded Steinford to send


hin, sea;n to his native land: no feeling of
pity nstgated them; they liked not the
S presence Of "the familiar" as he was term
| ed; at their nightly orgies his scorntul smile
told of his contempt, and again his tearful
eve spoke of sorrow for his master.
/ One night, one eventful night, when, after
e crowded ball, Henry conducted lady, to
: whom il was said he was to be united, to her
e eouipaye. he motioned the Italian to aP-


proach: "Thy lady's carriage" he exclaim-
: ed; "seek for it Julio thou must haVe mn
: for thy page,"he continued. addressing ms


companion but the boy started forward;
' "Nay, nay. it cannot be-" he remarKeo'
c TREMENDOUSLY, ~ am no hireling to be trans
] ferred at pleasure" and the deep flush or
S his hitherto pallid cheek bespoke his deter
e minaton. :


"Back, back. boy" said Stein.ord IN
tone Of anger, thrusting him aside; "you ar'
/ unmindful of your station"
:. AS he spoke, the countenance OF JUNO al.
i tered: the crimson blood waxed faint; ths
If flashing eve beamed not; the curled up pe'
v came still-he would have spoken--ou.
with half suppressed sigh he turned away
: "ris a strange boy" again Steinford;
Is met him at post-house near Venice wners
y he told me iamen.abe story OF IN, his s. iSv, S,
and minpling MS tale with weli-tlmsd nat
.. tery. induced NE to engage nm. Ah'
- carr;ape of Lady Caroline NJ was, a
y. .e This moment announced; presently At wa
. zone. @ and Henry departed. To gambling
. house in he proceeded; he was now ne
e. sv come come an adept in fashionable vice, AN
< "Steinford, the gamester," hisnsaal ap
n pellation. , A.. h,ro.r
ne Those who have witnessed the magyar
IN look. the convulsve laugh, the eager im
-