From Fraser's Magazine.

 THE WOUNDED SPIRIT. ''Importuna grave salama a"-MIcHAEL ANGELO.

CHAPTER II.
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It was the time of roses-s

 We plucked them as we passed, ,"-HooD.

 TIME, which, whether in joy or in sor- row. passes over alike regardlessly, brought scarcely any alleviaton to my dlstresses; for my suferings were of that internal kind which, in a great measure, originates in pe culiarity of constitution, and which outward things can neither entirely calm nor obliter- ate. Three years had elapsed since l came to reside under the hospitable roof of Doctor Singleton; and now a circumstance occurred which lolmed a new epoch in my existence.

 '.Cabin'd, cribbed, confn'do in all the as- prations of my spirit, with longings after some good yet unseen and unattained, my ex istenee, during that long period, had gided away in dreamy penslveness and solitary gloom, while l, romantic visionary, looked forward to the future for a happiness ] had not yet tasted, as the too carly arisen travel Ter tarries anxously in the twilight for the dawnng of day My dispositions were now known, and my companions had long ceased to harass me. They knew that hated par tcpating in thelr noisy sports; and so was left much to the freedom of my own will with regard to my reading and my rural ram bles.

 We'll do remember-indeed the picture and the season are as fresh in my recollec- ton as things of yesterday (ah, iresher far ]! forswhen yesterday hath for me-passed into irrevocabe oblivion, the things of that hour will remain unobllterated still Swell do l remember the evening, when entering the par lour, beheld new and beautiful inmate Az, ba fl tor of preceptor, and had that day returned home from the metropolis, where she had been boarded for several years in the completion of her education.

 Surely there is sympathy in human souls, some undefnabe attraction, that links us, as it were by instinct, to spirits of similar tenn perament; while between others, whose minds are of iarring clements, a barrier seems 10 be set up by nature, which no familiarity IS ca pable of overlapping. There ale some faces that excite an interest, a friendship al first sight, from others we experience an inme- diate revulsion. With the thoughts of some our own thoughts blend and amalgamate spontaneously, like kindred elements, whose properties are the same but from the feel ings of others our own are as opposite as oil and water. Circumstances may cause them to be dashed together, but, though seeming. ly commixed, they never coalesce. The compound soon shows itself heerogene- ous one, and, in the calm that succeeds, they separate individual enilreness.

 My mind was, at this very time, Tn one ol it's vaguest and most uncomfortable moods.- IL was restless, unsatisfed, forebodlng, and irritable. Existence weighed like burden on the shoulders; and, though one malicious thought towards a breathing thing never en- tered my heart, could have qnarresled with my own shadow following in the sun shine. Without recent tangible sorrow over which 1 might find a melancholy luxury to brood-wthout one fostered hope tc which my aspirations might cling in the an ticipation of happiness, the change was cleo trcal.

 This apparent delegate from heaven, sen in mercy to be the soother of my troubled mind, cast her blue eyes upon me. In thos' eyes dwelt luxurious happiness, chastened by the calm of serener worlds. Never shall forget the beauty of that countenance, which while it kindled with the soft music oi voic' that, even in it's playful cadences, made my heart swell within my breast, awakened m' to the sense of new and more exquisite ex istence. hitherto unseen paradise opened it's entertainments before me, and felt that whatever might be my fate hereafter, the spar of being had not been wholly unblest.

 Anna Singleton. How the syllables ye thrill like magic through my frame !-- Ann' Singleton dare hardly attempt to descrlb' her, such as she flashed on my sight ant soul at this our first interview. If ever ther was seraph who put on for while the ha bliments of mortality, it was she who the' stood embodied before me. The glance o her soft blue eyes subdued my soul by dl vine magic all their own, and her voice thrill ed through me with the power Of music t' which had heard nothing equal. Beior that sound care and sorrow were dissipated yet, while il exalted my soul to rapture, subdued my heart to the brink of tears. sounded like an echo from Elysium. l wa spell-bound.

 ay down that night, not to sleep, but dream. When had extinguished my candle the full moon flooded my chamber with Il silver radiance encircling my windows twink led through all their multitudnous leaves, a if alive to the luxury of the hour. Earth an !