The Confession.
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A cloud was seen 10 pass suddenly over
the fair features of Maria. The Iusre for
sock her dark eyes. Her spirit seemed
troubled.


"Triumphs the lily now on that young


cheek,


Where bloomed the rose.n


Ten times that evening did Edward i'm.
perfume her to acquaint him of the cause
from her fair lips. Sad and silently she
sat.


Sand now and then sigh she stole,


And tears began TO flow.''


"Breathes there wretch so base as to
injure you, by word or action. Tell me,
and by thine heart, as pure as heaven! l
swear never to rest till I've redressed thy
wrongs! Is any awful mystery locked up
in that bosom that must not know? Tell
me the secret-and by the rlnglets of thy
hair! I'll swear never TO reveal it, though
the blackest morments rack me! Pour
out thy soul, tell thine own Edward what
lies heavy in thy breast.''


She blushed-she placed her fair hands
across her bosom-looked languidly in her
lovers face, 'like the last low breathing Of
an expiring sant"-she thus confessed:
"1ss them ere darned Green Apples
Nedt'