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ed, ere that confidence can be produced,


without which no love can exist, this NAV
all sound like reason, bnt how often facts
prove il to be folly. Souls sometimes
meet which in moment melt into one. and
feel all the sweet thrills Of love, as deep
and pure as if time had planted the first
seed of affection, and waited for the season
to have produced thousand flowers from
the one seed. Whether souls are thus
matched in Heaven, and left to fate, or cir
cumstances, we do not know; but this we
do know, that if Robert Debere and Jane
White had known and loved for years, their
hearts could not have been bound closer.
than that one long, melting and soul ex-
planning look bound them---they felt that
each possessed the others happiness. Ro-
bert's father had noticed nothing Of the ac-
tions Of his son, of his fond looks, half
uttered sighs, which he could not suppress,
and which tinged even his bright smiles
with tints of facinating sadness.


The business was concluded, the old
men turn, the lovers feel that they must
part--a low fervent, "We'll meet AGAIN.
look that told as plain as eyes can speak,
81 hope So" and the parents face towards
home to think Of business---their offspring
to dream of love.


We need not follow Robert through the
various degrees Of affection, need not paint
his bliss, his joy, his hopes, his troubles or
his fears--his still remaining at home long
after the period assigned for his entering
the busy world We need not enter the
deep recesses of his bosom, and drag to
light the hidden feelings Of his heart; nor
need we raise the veil that hides the deep
emotions, the blissful feelings that cluster
around the heart of the tender object of
his affections. Suffice it to say, that days,
months, were spent enjoying the puresi,
highest pleasure, earth afords-a foretaste
of Heavens joy-the full, clear knowl-
edge of loving, and being beloved in re-
turn. Their VOWS were plighted, the low,
sweet murmered "yes" had been whis-
pered in the ear of Robert, and all that was
wanted to complete their happiness was
their parents appreciation, Robert was
doubtful of receiving this: he knew his
father TO be kind and afectionate, but at
the same time stern, constant in his pur-
poses, looking upon wealth more as deity
to be worshipped than as gift of the Deity
to be employed in disseminating happiness.
He did not anticipate his sanction; he did
not believe that he would give his con-
sent, that he would receive his bride as
daughter; yet he must ask him, he felt in
duty bound to do so, but he had come to a
firm determination to consummate his love,
no matter whether father smiled or frown
ed, and he now but waited for a fit oppor-
tunity to make his request, and to declare
his fixed purpose. He did not wait long.
The day following the formation of this
resolution, his father proposed walk It
was readily accepted. Arm in arm, uncon-
sciously they wend their way towards
wife's and mothers grave. Robert was
not aware of it until he arrived within
few PAGES of the slab that recorded tbs
name and virtues of deceased parent He
looked up, beheld it, and thought that no
better time, no filter place could occur for
asking his fathers permission or declaring
his firm resolve.


ITO be concluded