ISCELLAN EOUS.

MARGARET GREEN,
OR. THE DRUNKARD'S DAUGHTER.

BY WILLIAM n. LINDSAY.
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by WILLIAM h. LINDSAY.
CONCLUDED.


Mr.. Morris and the ladies started. Never
before had they witnessed the intelligent
countenance Of young Gordon, crimsoned
with the flush of an honest and justiiable
anger, and as bis PieES.ng eye was turned
upon each, they Knew not What apology to
make for the rude remarks which he had
overheard. Impudence, however, came to
their relief, and Isabel, turning with scorn-
full look upon the young man, thus address
ed herself to him.


ssThere Uas time, when had deemed
James Gordon beyond the limits Of hypo-
crisy---but now that find him playing the
evesdroper, and associating with rather
doubtful company, all tokens of respec
must be withheld from him; and he can by
me be considered as no longer worthy Of
the esteem Of the genlee1 Of our village


sOur sentiments, precisely" exclaimed
Cartel and Harry Bertram, mixing with
the little company, and echoing each word
of the naughty belle. "We respected our
young friend, James; but he has reduced
himself in our estimation by associating
with Drunkard's daughter I"


The blush upon the cheek of James be-
came of a more crimson color, as he turned
eagerly from one to the other. "This, then,
| is your sentiment, y remarked he as he
beckoned to Margaret to approach, and
who Immediately few to the side of her
lover.


aItis! y replied they


"Then list, and hear the sentiments
would promulgate to you before this perse-
cuted angel, and, taking Margaret by the
hand, he continued, 6 This fair creature you
have ever despised- -despised as you would
the accursed approach of the leprosy. And
why? Because, forsooth, she was the daugh-
ter of James Green, the drunkard. | will
not speak, gentlemen and ladies, of the true
merits Of the fair being who now confronts
you. Weighed in the same scales, your
virtue and intelligence goodness and feel
ing are but drop in the broad bosom of the
Atlantic. Your god is weath--your rul-
ing Deity sordid lucre. Not that | wish to
speak to you Of this but, yet in order that
yos may know whom you have despised, !
will make brief exposi,ion-a startling and
unlocked for denoument, to show you
where you all stand, and who Margaret
Green really is, in point of worldly wealth
Nay, shrink not my fair being," said he,
addressing Margaret who trembled at the
words of her lover, ''nor stand palsied be-
fore those whom you are born to command
in the eyes of the world. :"


"What mean you, James ~ abruptly
asked Harry.


Simply, SIR, that the despised Margaret
Green is your mistress. List, and hear
and when you have heard, abandon your
now self-conceived height of station and be-
come the despised--the doubly despised,
which you have hitherto considered the
Drunkard's Daug hter. .


"By the mass, this is insupportable Tell
US at once what you are driving at'" ex-
claimed Cartel.


"All shall he answered Now listen You
will remember some twenty years since,
Jonas Green was wealthy. He came to this
village; and for many years was respecta-
BILE and honored citizen. His society was
CIdVeu Ny oIu anu youHS ulo luSuuCL'oH
and advice were lavished freely upon all.
But in an evil hour he was introduced to
those, who have since become the murder
ers not only of his body, but of his soul
They took from him his houses and his
lands, and in return have given.him nothing
but that which has robbed his family, and
rendered him a nuisance to community, and
burthen to himself. Cartel, ,"and the young
man rivted his gaze sternly upon the quak-
ing culprit-''this very house was once
the property Of Jonas Green. How came
tito be yours' Let your own conscience
make the reply. You now revel in your
wealth, and would deny the right to your
victims daughter to mingle with her fellow
beings under roof which was once her
fathers. And why? Because she is drunk
ards daughter And will you condescend.
to tell me who made her parent such2 n
will tell you. You, and the father of Har-
ry and the proud sister, who scorns virtue
in the garb of poverty. Not foot of land
or stick of property, does their parent own
nor you, sir, but what has been pundered
from Jonas Green for hisrun, and his daugh-
ter's shame! Aye, you have robbed him
but stiA the daughter will find frends," and
the young man fixed look Of love upon
the trembling being at his side.


