A SKETCH-BY HAwsER MARTINeALE.
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knew him in the morn of life, when his edu-
cation was completed, and he was prepared to
appear publicly on the theatre of the great
world. He was about entering the arena to
struggle for fortune and fame with his fellow
men. The path to distinction seemed open be-
fore him; his genius was Of the highest order
his person was model of manly beauty
his manners were graceful, and his disposition
kind and generous. At this time his heart
throbbed high with ambition, and his eye kin
died with hope.


Years passed away, and again saw him.
He was then the husband Of lovely wife, and
the father Of group Of cherubs; he possessed
competent fortune, the reward Of enterprise
and industry, and sustained an elevated charac.
ter among his fellow men. No wish was appa.
rently ungratiied, and almost envied him bis
happiness. But at times fancied perceived
an unnatural flush on the cheek, and an un.
wonted fire in his eyes. "Can he be ntempe.
rate I" whispered to myself. "Impossible!' y
and dismissed the ungenerous thought.


A few years after business called me to the
yillage where the companions OF my youth re-