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was something startling in the manner in which she pronounced this, and Charles BloOmsly'S heart Sickned within itself when he enquired with tremhling voice the cause of that determination.

 "I will be plain with you," replied the same lovely but deeply affected girl, "be- cause l love you too well to dissemble. Yes, dear Charles, declare that you, and you alone, are the only object which has ever found an interest in my heart. You are the only being whom l had ever loved, -and whom l ever could love, with such fervency of inspiration, as l have devo- ted my heart in its native innocence to you-but,".

 "But what, dearest Mary!"

 "The world talks strangely, Charles. It tells me-will you believe it?-that the person whom have so ardenly loved is utterly undeserving of it. It tells me, that this dear object, on whom the sole thoughts of my lone hours are devoted, will smile on maids as sweetly as on me; -but more,-Oh more than this, it tells me that he is dissipated."

 No answer was returned but Charles had dropt his head, ashamed before the woman of his choice. !. "Do you then think it strange, why I have. formed such resolution?" continu- ed Mary. "A sense of justice to myself and to you, deserves it. l would not wound one feeling of your breast; Oh no, could go down, and grovel in the dust at your feet rather than to do it. And then i ,.l,ot ,n,o,,1d bo <l,A oUn;l t<> l<,ya h,t pardon me--to unite myself to a man who would indulge in dissipation, and debase all the nobler qualities of his soul, by riot GUS intoxication; Oh, I can not, I dare not think of it." l "Mary," answered a husky voice, "stop, I conjure you, or you will drive me mad!"

 "Mad! Mad! Oh no, shall go mad myself, to think upon it. My fancy fails in depicting you now, what you once was. There is none of that freshness of coun- tenance. could lay myself down and weep until my heart breaks if it would a. vail. But as yet,you have not denied what the world has said Recollect my earthly happiness hangs upon your answer"

 Mary! Mary! I dare not mock the tender feelings of your nature longer :: 1t is true."

 True !'' responded the beautiful girl, and her light form bent forward, and trem- bledlike the rose disturbed by the summers gale. True, then we part ]" The next instant she lay an inanimate form in the arms of the only person she had ever lov- ed. He carried her with trembling step into the house, and imprinted one kiss, up- on her marble brow, tore himself forever from her presence. ..

 Among the circles of the fashionable & gay, Charles Bloomsly had till lately been most respected and esteemed. His family wealth and amiabIe disposition had gained him many warm friends. The noble bear ing of his form, and the easy grace of his manners, made him an acceptable guest, wherever he went, and many a lovely girl smiled on him, in all the exultation of her heart, when any share of his attention was devoted to her. There was no wonder, then, that Mary, the daughter of neigh boring gentleman, his equal in fortune, lov- ed him when she saw him. There was something in the glance of his full dark eye, when it flashed in its sunny lovelness upon her that told also, of his own affec- ton. He had oflen looked for one, to whom he might repose the secrets of his soul, and on whose smiles lie might dwell with one fond expression of delight: and when Mary was presented to him, just starting forth into life, surrounded with gaudy illusion which hope could assume, he felt an ardent desire to love, and to be beloved by her. She heard the declara- ton of his passion with an intense and yet pleasing interest, and to his VOW of unal. terable love she pledged her own. The world seemed bright and beautiful before them then, and every flower blooming forth in it's fragrancy-every green tree--every scene of happiness, presented a subject which they framed and fashioned to thei, own hearts, feelings.

 Two years had passed rapidly by, since Charles Bloomsly whispered to Mary the deep passionate language of his heart and during this period, her bright imagin- ings had drawn many fair scene of flu. ture pleasure. But a tale had lately come to her ears, that Charles was dissi' pated. She could not believe it, until she .. had seen several evidences in his own man. s ner. Yet still he smiled upon her as sweet ly as he had ever done, and the pang a her heart felt easier when she heard hin