ROBERT DE WE'RE.
Bye HARLEs WILSON, U. s. A.
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"Father," said he, suppose you have
thought my conduct strange, perhaps bor-
dering near insanity, for sometime. past"


81 have, Robert" was the brief and en-
phatic reply.


"Well, father, love is tic cause of it,
have lost my heart without leaving home,
and now wish to ask you to give myself
TO the fair thief"


"And who the devil may that be" said
the old man with stare of surprise that
bodied no favorable answer TO Roberts
wishes.


For the first time his tongue refused to
give utterance to the name of her he loved,
and not until the question had been repeat
ed for the third time, did he half artculate
F" Miss White"


"What what J" thundered the old man,
scorn and anger flashing from his eye
!" Miss White, indeed! old Peter Whites
daughter! marry beggar, disgrace me, ruin
yourself! do it, and you are no longer my
SON"


Father" replied Robert, with perfect
calmness, is there no hope Of gaining your
approbation at some future time"


"No, never upon the grave of her who
gave you life, ] swear it" and the old
man knelt upon the sod and raised his hand
TO Heaven.


Robert knew, felt, that to expostulate, to
reason, or to sue, would be but idle folly.
Twas heavy blow to bis heart, but noble
love strengthened his soul, and he could
bear it.


"Father," replied he, as he turned to go,
81 had hoped to have received your sane
tion to my marriage, but as this cannot be,
as wealth is to be put against her virtue,