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tovelIness ot the being had left haunted my thoughts like an ilusive angel, too beautiful for creature of earth, and too pure to be the partner of man. Night glided over sweet ly in these paradisical reveries, and in the calm of morning my thoughts were still with her: as the rainbow hangs over the stream, so brooded my spirit over the treasured re- membrance of her lovcliness.

 During the whole of the succeeding day, my mind was in state of ferment, rufied, unsettled, alternately tossed to and fro with gloomy doubts, or elevated by pleasant an- ticipalions. A load of luxurious sorrow op- pressed my heart. The bird sings not more imploringly for it's absent mate, than watched mine eyes for a glimpse ot their sudden idol; and, slthaugh already intoxicated with love, thirsted 10 drink deeper and deeper of the Circean cup. My passion amounted almost 10 superstitious frenzy, and my spirit was haunted by the feeling that she could not be altogether this low earth's denizen. Soon, to my delight, discovered that her nature, like that of all who are noble, impassoned, high-toned, and generous, had in it dash of the romantic-in other words. she valued vir- tue for it's own sake, and loathed meanness, whoever was the perpetrator. "Romantic,o after all, IS perhaps not the word; and per haps .'ideal" is the term more calculated to express my meaning; as allude only to her imaginative belief in all that thought can con-

 ceve of the beautiful, pure, and great, cherish ed almost against conviction, and amid the

 debaslng thoughts and things of this erres- trial delusion.

 Let il not appear paradoxieal; even at this very time, though no pleasure beamed Tn up- on me, either from the external world or the light of my own houghts-though solitude

 was preferred 10 the society of my fellow creatures, and melancholy bowed me 10 the dust, yet was all optmist, steadiast be- liever not only in ultimate perfection, but in the present fitness of all things. The whole world was tinged with the ehivalrous glow of my imagination, and all objects were sub- limated by the iurnace-ilame of my passions.

 As cloud sailing over the blue expanse, and finding nought but the brilliant and empty air,

 such had been l, till the image of Anna Sin

 gleton satisfied my vacant longings, and filled

 my whole heart.

 My anxiety for acquaintanceshlp must have appeared obviuos to her; for stunning all oth- CTS, sought but her only. In short time,

 indeed, living under ,he same roof as we did,

 similarity of tastes have brought us more and

 more together; but the minds mirror betray-

 ed not the bedimming haze ol mine. Pure

 was she and good, gentle and allectlonate, and

 her magnanmity supported her in the belief

 that all were as pure and good, as gentle and

 ahectionate, as herself. Could unhappiness

 spring from such clements? Forbid 1t, Hea- \ ven Her buoyant young spirit had, as yet,

 been seldom damped by the presence of care;

 and she seemed to shake sorrow from her

 thoughts, as thing which had no business

 there, as easily as the swan scatters the wa

 ler-drops from her plumes. She seemed 10

 breathe an atmosphere of delight; and the

 grass and wild-nowers, to my eyes, appeared

 to glory in the pressure Of her lootsteps.-

 Knowing not her superiority, she banished

 far from her every idea of sell-conceit and ai-

 lectation. The rose not more luxurantly

 beautiful. the lily no more chastely pure, the

 violet not more wIthdrawingly unassuming

 what must not Anna Singleton have appeared

 to wavward heartlike mine? She seemed

 formed by nature, in mind and mould, as th'

 pattern of perfect woman--as specimen

 of how much of divinity might be blended with terrestrial elements. Who was worthy to exchange affections with such being ?- Una, Desdemona, and lmogene. purity, pas !, sion, and nature, bent together to form ont paragon! All-utlerly unworthy did fee myself; yet, even in the depth of my self : abasement, did my hearts core burn to re. ceive her, and hallow her image, as an alel before which it's passions would bow, and lt'

 longings be satisfied for ever!

 ri Years have passed--limes and clrcum stances have changed-and, like the waves of the ocean, joys and sorrows succeeding Il each other have mingled and melted away and. like the illusive hues of the rainbow hopes lave beckoned on, only to vanish be fore the pursuit-and thoughts, the deep, si lent, agilating thoughts of the bosom, mould | ed by casualties. have taken another bias q larger and more extensive communicalIo , with mankind has been opened-iaces a beautiful, perhaps, to unpreJudced eyes.

 may have seen-I may have listened to tn

 music and the melody of tongues which, I if other years, sounded as sweetly and as ra il vishinoly to the ears of others as hers did Q mine--but nothing which the world, amid al it's sights and shows, has presented to me i has been capable of altering the determine !, conviction of my mind. Yea, at this momen e when my hand is shrlvelled, and my hea V slverea by long conflict with Time, z would no. give up the remembrance~of Ann = Singleton, the shadow of shade, for all th q breathing and blooming beauty of earth, tn |. longevity of Methuselah, or the wealth ( n CrGsus, An no !-if there be season

 existence when earth seems heaven-a tim # when the heart exults in the conseiousnes of having found at length something capabl e of satating all it's longings and desires, 1t d in its expansion to first love-alas how o e ten to be utterly disappointed. l. Being ever fond contemPatlst ol nature n perhaps this predilecton, more than any par ,f ticuar taste, led me to amuse my ieisor l. hours in the delineation of her charms WILL l. the pencil. There was tangible ooha O union betwixt us Anna Singleton was font e of drawing, in which she was an adePt' an' . she lent me her sketches to copy. Beauiliu if these sketches were, the offspring oI ieeiin |, and taste; vet 1 thought more of the han ,s that traced the lines before me that ol the Ill

 ,rinsic excellence of the performances olte

 