From Frasier's Magazine. THE WOUNDED SPIRIT.
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CHAPTER VIII

 ''lt must not bel may not trust

 My fancy with the fond review

 Go--perish in tte silent dust;

 Ye dreams, that, brigh, With transport, grew.

 l wake-as midst wild oceans roar,

 When round some bark the breakers rave,

 And now no beacon marks the shole

 No guiding star illumes the wave"

 PEIHGLE,

 IT was December, Day had closed his eye in the pale west, and the evening sky, frosty and cioudless, glitered with myriad of tiny ustres; when, contrary to the so- lieitaIlons of my friends, and especially of Dr. Singleton, rose to setout on my home ward journey-if home might be said to possess, who expected comforts nowhere. bade adieu to the scene of my love's and school recollections with the strange but strong resolution of never more revisiting il and have kept my determination un- broken.

 As l was leaving the house, Di, the favor ite little dog of Anna Singleton, knowing my voice; crept crouchingly forward, and lawned upon my hand. l could not endure is pitiful look; and when thought of the days when, a happy trio, we had roamed amid the sylvan scenery of Ouse, my heart died within me. Old Margaret informed me that the poor creature had not tasted food since the loss of its mistress.

 Wrapl up in my cloak, reclined in the carriage with closed eyes, rumnaling on my melancholy fate, and utterly insensible either to change oi place, Or lapse, of time.- 1 Thoughts, dark and dismal, fitted across my memory in perpleXing and gloomy success sion; but the pause of the driver amid the darkness at length broke my reyery, ant caused me to look out upon the night. All was still and shadowy; nought was t5' bt heard but the quayer of the boughs in tht casual breeze, and the monotonous murmul Of distant waters The sky was partly oyer cast with dark masses of cloud, between which, here and there, a twnkling star look ed down over the comfo,aess earth. On each side of the level road were venerblt woods, which, by their nmbrageous eIumps added more complete dreariness to all al ready sufficiently drcary scene.

 On lingering my watch discovered tha 1t was past'eleven, and the east began to show traces of the rising moon, by the infusion O glimmering light into that portion of tht sky, and shortly afterwards the waning omnibus orb showed itself, leaning in dusk, solemnity on the girde of the silent horizon l looked earnestly before me for some time but still tfees-trces-trees appeared ant passed behind in rapid succession, and ap pafently endless. till at length, having gain ed the open plain, l almost immediately observed, between me and the faint luna radiance, the gloomy outlines of the Gothic building, at the foot of which the deeayne relies of her who was the morning slar of ms existence, lay ill their silent, solitary man sion.

 As gazed with mixture of melanchol, and miserable feelings on the frowning mas siveness of the holy, ancient pile, we drew nearer-and nearer; til, at length we hao almost passed 1t. Could it be so3 No With heart burning within me, as though of the soft auburn hair, the glowing cheek l the bright blue eyes, and the entrancinl voice of her, now low lad in dust, l leap out, and rushed towards the churchyafsl.- The great gate was locked, but, knowing that the walls were in some parts dllapida ted, 1 was not long in cnecling an entrance Was it light that beheld? Nc. ii eoalt only be my own leverish imaglnationl Anl i the siir:--it could be only the rustic of tht rank grass on the tombslonesi paused and listened, and againl booked ronnd: all wa still and reposng ill that wide city of ll4t dead,

 The intensity Of my feelings allowed IL scope for hesitation, and. winding iu sombn twilight, strode hastily from grave to grave over wooden cradles, and iron raiings, ant stone monuments, towards the eastern cor ner, where the wreck of all my chershe 1 happiness was deposited.

 The door of the enclosure was open, ant l threw myself on the newly roofed grave around which the dask mould was scattered and yet lay sprinkled about carelessly. Tn midnight dews had fallen upon it, and wit them mingled my tears. The melanchol winds sighed over it, and l gave sigh fo sigh. The sleep of death was witho i aud longed to sleep thai dreamless sleeI l thought of past times--of her that lay be low, and my heart shrank within me! called aloud on her name, in agony of spill but the owls alone from the gloomy tower . 1-Wheeed- an, ans wer in mnckeryll l. =