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her with an expression which l shall never forget, as he exclaimed, Isabel Athelstan, my revenge is complete You love me -~even now you would forgive the shame l have put upon you, and wed your lag gard lover. Yes, my debt is paid, and 1 leave to lingering wretchedness her who doomed to the grave of suicide my be- loved son Listen to me ' continued he, as with wild cry, Isabel started from her seat-' woman, listen to me! He whom your cruelty murdered was my son, the offspring of the pure affection that filled my hear-the child of my love-worship- ped even as was his mother in the midst of crime. From the pollutions of my own dark life rescued them. This afforded them luxuries for which princes might seek in vain; they knew not why the husband and father left so oft his home of peace and splendor. My wife per ished beneath the bligh,ing touch of dis ease, and l laid her in the grave sadly but accomplishing but when my son was stricken down in the midst of his young hopes, swore 10 be revenged on his mur- deress. Isabel, could have pitied you had you shown one womanly feeling or Pitying tenderness towards his memory, could have pitied you but no you mock ed him whom you had slain. Now go and tell your brilliant assemblage that Isabel Athelstan, the proud, the beautiful, the high-born Isabel A,heIs,an, phgI'ed her faith to Antoine Leclerc, the buccaneer! and was spurned like reptile from his path

 As he uttered those fearful words he strode away, and ere our cries could sum- mon assistance he had made good his re- treat. The whole house was, of course, scene of confusion. Isabel was in strong Mysteries, and we were too much overcome by the shock we had received, to use much discretion in our details of the catastrophe. Before the next morning the whole town rang with the tale, and while Isabel lay be- tween life and death, the story of her un- principled coquetry and its fearful retrbu- ton was in the mouth of every enc.

 Col. Morton, or rather Capt. Leclerc, was never again seen in New York, but his black flag was long the terror of West ln- dia traders, and many an ill-fated ship van ished in flame from the waters over which his blood-stained bark careered.

 What became of Isabel? you ask. She never again appeared in society. Bowed down by shame and sorrow, outraged in her pride as well as her affections, she took refuge in distant country town, and in strict retirement endeavored to conceal her disgrace. But it was not until time had destroyed her matchless beauty, and raised ! up another generation, to whom the events of her youth were but as legends of olden days, that she could feel herelf free from the brand which stamped her fair brow with shame. or forget the blight which had fallen upon her young heart