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engraven on the stone, below ihe eiusc1n,;0n which recorded the good qualities of the Bs- igue, 'raayeekaI des eGmps a armess. d.. P. Ordye de St. Louis, &c. With utecipi,.,. gesture she motioned them away Th.v stared at her without understandings her She made las, effort to speak; but her tear, checked her. She no longer retained he, senses, but her hare throat which was v;o. lenty agiialed, the writhings of Der delic,s arms attended the extreme degree ot sufSsr. ing. Life was receding before the extremity of her torture. The painful exhaustion va, succeeded by frightfal delirium. She over. threw the cradle of her newborn babe, who's, birth she so much desiled. Sleep had ciosed her eyes for single moment, all at once she aroused herself, crying out,

 No, he cannot have died without my be. ing near him, he is not dead, shall see hin again

 The thought became fixed in her brain, she pressed her hand upon her forehead, her looks became animated and she attempted to rise Her mother, on her knees, sought in vain to oppose her. They were compelled to follow her. She announces her purpose. they charge her with insanity, but what maj. lers 1t to her, She rejects !heir projects, she is conducted by an inspiration, her resoIu- ton cannot be shaken. My poor daughter is mad p exclaimed the mother who weps in despair. ClemeRce threw a mantle over her shoulders and SC, out Her mother, unable to retain her, accompanied her. Two do- mestics followed them. IL is not yet 1, by the clock of the Manse. They had already opened the shutters of all the dwellings, the day laborers were setting ou, with then wallets and iools---for, in the sumner, in having tune, the lahors of the field commence early, and these things transpired in the month of July. The gravelly earth winch covered the coffin of M. Beligue was light and easily removed Clemence, assisted with all her strength, and the coffin is soon uu- covered Dreadful spectacle. She threw herself upon the corpse, which she covered with her tears and kisses. She raised him and pressed him to her bosom, and her ter- rifed mother could not drag her away They ran to call the worthy cusate of Moutrelais. Perhaps Clemence would not listen to his voice and his pious exhortations, Through all the borough the rumor spread that Mad de Beligue was mad, and sought to be hu- ried with her husband. Women and chil- dren began to collect. The cry of Oh my Godr is heard. All approach: Madame de Beligue had fallen back fainting They sought to disengage her from the corpse. l. was not deadl Ii breathed! and yet four days Il had been inferred They were terriied--some pressing round, others dispersing. crying, "A miracle,' The dying Clemence is forgotten. The cure comes. IL is necessary to remove the crowd, whose impiety is no proof agains, their superstitiou Clemence is taken to the Manse. There is no logger room for doubt M. de BeIigue is not dead. His pulse is re- stored; his whole body is found to move.-- They wrap him up. Two hours are spent in bestowing upon him their cares; at length he comes out entirely from that lethargy which had continued his existence in the grave. He. in turn, now demands his wife She had ceased to live! Death had let one prey escape him, only to seize upon another She was, indeed, dead Poor Clemence! So young and so lovely; so artless and over flowing with goodness Another might per haps describe these things better than have done; but no words can picture the despair of NJ. de Beligue. Grief restored him to all his faculties. He would have resigned him self to death, he would have regretted his escape from it, had not the child which they placed in his arms needed him--his own child, whom he kissed for the first iime.- What stronger tie could bind him to life' and what can sever that tie, save death alones