4 TIL EBR OXEN NHEART.
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H EB OXEN HEART. n
'They bound her hair with bridal flowers


And clasped her jewels on, X. su.


They led her from her fathers bouse,


And gay the pageant shone."


1t was a bright and beautiful morning in
the spring of l8-. The cheerful sun was
stealing over the landscape, and the lovely
Mary Gordon looked upon a joyous pic
ture as she sat at tho window Of her fathers
house. Silently she gazed upon the scene,
for she had escaped the tumult Of the COM
pany to commune with her own heart; for
many were the gay ones that had assembled
to offer their congratulations, and Join In
the festival that was to celebrate her mar
rlage That day she was to become the
wife of Walter Murry. To him she had
| piighted her faith, and to him she looked
up as her guide through life. For he, the
loved one, had promised to be all that she
desired, and earnestly did her fond heart
trust him. 1t was at this moment, when
wrapped in such reflections, that the re
membranee of by-gone days came rush.
ing over her. She was now to leave
her mother, in whose bosom she was
wont to tell all, to whom she could unfold
the very secrets of her heart. They had
mingled their tears together over the grave
Of beloved son and brother, but she was
now to leave that precious parent, inwhom
she had experienced all the tenderness of
maternal love. But she as aroused from
her musings by the entrance of her mother
into the apartment, r.e ea .s a


"My daughter," she exclaimed, claspng
her to her heart, ''the trying moment has
come, we must part, but have poured out
my heart to Him whose mercy has ever
been over thse-may you and your beloved
Walter ever be the objects of His care, and
when far, far away,


BLESSED memory guide, with finger nicely true,


Back to thy home thy retrospective view
But hasten my daughter, the bride maids
await thy presence TO prepare thee for Thy
bridal. But why those tears; kiss me, and
yieldnot to emotions 80 sad" .r


She arose and left her mother. A spirit
of prophetic dependency seemed brooding
in the mind Of Mary A feeling of which
she could not divest herself. Alas how
many there are who have felt these sad for
bodIngs; the heart, unable to define its mys-
teries, or bauishi its gloomy fears, tell the ga
thering cloud has broken over the head of its
victim. Just so was it with this lovely
girl; already in her young HE had she ex-
Iperienced this, and witnessed the sad dis
appointment Of her hopes; but she whisper
ed them to herself in her secret musings,
folded in the sacred caslxet of her heart, of
which memory was the faithful keeper.


But | am wandering dressed in robe
of modest white, with simple flower in
her dark hair, fit emblem OF herself, for she
had indeed grown mp as sweet flower be-
meath her fathers roof, spreading around
her, wherever she moved, the fragrance of
her gentle nature.


She appeared, at this time, more like
being of some brighter world, than this. Fair
girl, on thee memory loves to dwell, until
the past is lost in the remembrance of thy
own Ioveliness Methinks, ! see thee now, the
same bright creature as in thy girlhood
glee. The ceremony was soon over, and
tears mingled with congratulations, closed
the sceue-save one thing more, the mo-
theirs blessing, the dearest of all, folded in
each others arms, they breathed the last sad
words Of adIeu.


Co. dearest one, my selfish love


Shall never pale thy cheek,


Not c'en a mothers fears for thee,


Will in sadness speak;


Yet, how can with GOODNESS check,


The burning tears that start! .....


Hast thou not turned from me to dwell,


Within another's heart


Then .tue-theew wcU, may angel hosts,


Their vgils DER the keep;


How can speak that fearful word