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IT is a brilliantly illumned hall and
friends are gathered round, to witness the
marriage ceremony. Before the vested
priest, the young couple stand'-Authur
Faulkner and Julie Courtland. In simple
robe of white, the bride is decked. But
her cheek is pale than is wont, '.


"And an unquiet dropping OF the eye, Is
As if its lids were charged with unshed tears"
tells that her heart is not in the scene
Where was it 7 1t had taken the wings OF
the night, and sped far, far away, to the
lone Students room, and with eyes of love
was gazing upon her sleeping Rupert;
watching the smiles upon his face-sm'les
that. like the perfume to the rose, were
but the fragrance Of his dream and they
were of Julie. The priest had performed
the ceremony-the ceremony of buried
heart: the gold was on her passive finger
the link was bound with rvets indissoluble;
and the hope which had filed her breast,
that her Rupert would come and rescue
her from this living grave, "that lasthoPe,


like Noah's door, has opened the window
Of her breast and fed and "Hope return
cd no more - Pale and exhausted, she
flew to the window for air-the room was
hot, hot--and all things swan around her
She drew the thick folds OF the curtains be
tween her and the crowded hall, and tn


deafened noise fell unheeded on the ear.
Without, the night was calm and beautiful


the moon was in the wane ; the stars wer
singing their beamy anthem of harmony
and the murmur Of the distant stream sunk
with its sorrowiul cadence, into the culver
;ug breast and it found strange ech