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Rev. T.WARD, Assistant Editor.

PRICE ONE CENT.
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IL 80 :, 'S'y '~SPSSuuuy du0 very
firmly declined. The young man was very


much distressed and agtated; he had the
highest respect for Miss Jessy, but he
could not marry her--he loved another
And then he poured forth a confidence as
unexpected das it was undesired by his
incensed patron, who left him in undim-
nlshed wrath and Increased perplexity.
,;,,This interview had taken place imme-
! dhlaately' after breakfast; and when the con-.
terence was ended, the provoked father
sought his daughters, who, happily uncou-


sc'ous ofall that had occurred, were amus-


ing themselves in their splendid conssrva-
'ory-a scene always as becoming as it is
agreeable eslol to youth and beauty. Jessy was


Hitting about like a butterfly among the fra


grant orange trees and bright geranums.
Agnes was standing under superb fus-
CHA that hung over large marble basin
her form and attitude, her white Dress.
and the classical arrangement of her dark
nair giving her the look Of some nymph or
naiad, rare relic of Grecian art. Jessy
was prattling eaily, as she wandered about.
ola concert they had attended the evening
before at the county town, s.y


q hate concerts,'' said the pretty little
fIrt, !"sTo sit bolt upright on hard bench
tor four hours, between the same four peo-
ple,owithout the possibility of moving or
speaking to anybody, or any body getting
to'us Oh how tiresome it is %


"I saw. Sir Edmund trying to slide
through the crowd to reach you," said Ag-
Mesa little archly; 6 his presence would,
perhaps, have mitigated the evil. But the
barricade was too complete; he was. for


ced to retreatwithout accomplishing his OBJ
ject.o e,na87 eaf 'as'sas'


"FYes, assure you, he thought il very


tiresome he told me so when we were


oming out" "And then the music,n = pur-


ed J ssv; "the noise that they call mu-
sic! Sir Edmund says he likes no music ex-
cept my guitar,,or a flute on the water; and
! like none except your playing on the or
gan, and singing Handel on Sunday even


ng, or Cha Woodford's reading Milton
and bits of Hamlet"
I "Do you call that music 7" asked Agnes,
laughing. Sand yel," continued she, "it


is most truly SO with his rich Pasta like
voice, and his fine sense of sound and to
you who do NOT greatly love poetry for its
own sake, it is doubtless pleasure much
resembling in kind that Of hearing the most
thrilling Of melodies on the, noblest Of in :
-struments. myself have felt such graf
ihcation in. hearing that voice recite the !
verses of Homer or Sophocles in the ori-,
ginal Greek. Charles Woodford's reading
is music.o at


(" 1t is sasmusc which neither of you are
likely hear again." interrupted Mr.. Moles-.
worth, advancing suddenly towards them !;
she has. been ungrateful andI have discar-
ded him." lagttH "a aa N


Agnes stood as if petri6ed: .Ungratefurl
Oh, fatherm .r...r ,.i q 500 s.
'You can't have, discarded him, to be,
sure, papa" said Jessy, always good na-
tured :'"poor Charles! what could he have
done 7" ur 81 :.
81 sr Z, Ito be concluded.


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