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 M. Emile de Glrardin has put us in pos session of the following narrative Ii is cor rect in every respect, and Is certainly more romantic than ali the ficlions of the drama lists. l give it in his own words:

 About year ago, said he, N. Beligue was married to one of my cousins, and enjoyed with her that complete happiness which does not excite envy, because we believe il to be within reach of us all, when a cruel malady came in 10 inierup. this happiness, which would be more common, perhaps, If t were not supposed to be so easy acquired The physicians called this malady hepato anteri- tis.

 My young cousin, being on the point of confinement, was kept in her bed carefully guarded by her mother, who endeavored to deceive her with regard to the health of her husband. Al length, when she had been thus watched over for three days, her anxious tenderness became excited, she threw herself from her bed and rushed into hs chamber it was deserted. Four days before, her hus- band had died, and she did not know il-- Her grief len, her strength. Grief has two stages--apathy and despair, Which is the least painful 10 endure, Half naked, her clothes in disorder, no longer conscious of her condition, Madam Beligae rushed through the borough, Her friends saw her pass, she walked with steady step. They were as tonished and sought the cause of these mad proceedings. She reached the spot tine ham mess of two workmea were falling upon a grave-s,one which they were carving near tomb, ihe freshly turned up earth of which still arose above the other graves. The name of Clemence, which sine bore, was already