her door with that dull eye which those who have any shame instinct. ively acquire, seeing, as it were, every thing and nothing at the same time. She gazed at him fearfully and solemnly by turns, but did not utter a syllable. Always to see, or what is the same thing to the imagination, always to be liable to see, a fellow.creature who has injured us, suffering for his crime in toil and in chains, must, after awhile, excite the compassion of the sternest. It may be supposed that Nia's humanity could not have endured it. Not so; instead of aroiding him, she would walk through those parts of the city where he was employed, and frequently cross before him, in the hope of attracting his attention, merely that he might see how sorrowful she was, and then, she thought, slie would be happier. But when, after some time, she suspected-(and the reader cannot but be prepared for so natural a transition there were other emotions in her bosom of a more tender nature than pity, slie feared to watch hiin but from a distance. It ought not to create surprise, that as she could never drive him from her mind, lie should win her heart even in a convict's clothes; though possibly in the gayest dress, and with the handsome lively countenance for which he was once admired, he might not have raised the slightest interest in her affections. - Still she retained the name of La Bella Tabaccaia ; yet it was commonly followed by a whisper that once she was far more beautiful; and indeed her cheeks and her lips grew paler every day. This, together with the change of expression in her features, and her always choosing the earliest hour to go to mass, gave rise to many rumors. Soine asserted she had been shamefully deserted by some one whom nobody knew ; others, that she looked forward in terror towards the day when her enemy was to be released; and others, that she lived in constant dread of assassination--among which last was her wise aunt. Only one person, a lover of Nina's, discovered the secret; and he, as he has often declared, traced in her artless conduct the gradual progress of her love for Gaetano, from the first moment she saw him in the street. This may be going too far back;

yet it is no matter. He behaved generously, nobly to her; carefully avoiding to hint at his discovery, and offering his services to alleviate the hardships of his rival's fate. What a delight to speak of him! I wish I might give his name! Money is sometimes slipped into the hands of the convicts by their friends, while the guards pretend not to observe it, or turn their eyes another way. This was attempted by that young man with Gaetano, but nothing could induce him to receive it. To every offer of kindness he neither replied, nor evinced by his manner that the words were understood. He was told that Nina was unhappy, and still be retained the same lethargic look. Every sense, his very soul, appeared to be fettered more heavily than his limbs. Failing in this, the young man visited the prison, and hoped to afford some relief to Nina in speaking of the attention paid to their health and cleanliness; and he described the discipline within the walls, not more severe than the mildest government could suggest;

and Nina, as she listened to him, silently laid her cheek upon his band. She, too, in her evening walks, would lead her aunt towards the Ponte a Mare, and there lean upon the parapet, as if watching the rushing of the Arno through the arches. The prison stands at the end of the bridge. At the Ave Maria she heard them at their prayers; and sometimes her ear was startled at loud singing and laughter through the barred windows; for men, whether in a prison or a palace, however wretched their crimes or their follies ought to make them, will still, as in defiance, give loose to a wild jollity; and alas ! it is the only enjoyment that remains for them.

The three years crawled drearily away, and at last the hour arrived for Gaetano to be set at liberty. A parcel was left for him at the prison door, with a message that it came from his father. Gaetano seized it frorn the keeper's hands, and throwing himself passionately on the ground, pressed it to his breast, for he had feared he was abandoned by every one he loved, and then he covered his face with it, and bathed it with his tears, the first he had shed within those walls. Suddenly he started up and tore open the parcel, eagerly searching for a letterthere was none-it contained nothing but a common sailor's dress. The cruel meaning in this present could not be misconstrued, and the son looked at it with a mixture of grief and indignation. "Yes, he shall be obeyed! he muttered to himself; and at that instant Nina's lover, with his unwearied goodness, came in to warn him of his father's anger, and to advise not to seek a reconciliation too hastily. Besides,' he continued, 'your father is ill and weak-bed-ridden for these five months-in great pain,-and, it is thought, his disease is incurable.' · Then,' replied Gaetano, I must see my father ere he dies, and he shall bless me I know he will; and then since he commands it, I will fiy my country!! He hurried to put on the sailor's clothes, and instant. ly, with his free unfettered feet, speeded towards Pistoia.

When the news was carried to Nina, she trembled with apprehension. From all she could learn, the father's rage was implacable, and the crime of staining his family pride was never to be pardoned. She dreaded that Gaetano might be driven to some other act of despair, worse than before-suicide perhaps-and therefore, quietly avoiding observation, resolved to follow. A coach, similar to a stage-coach in England, was on the start for Lucca. There was yet a single place vacant, and when she entered it, the driver gladly whipped his horses forward. 'Have I not done wrong?' she asked herself, 'for no doubt he has taken the nearer path across the mountains. This silly coach

-how it loiters! 'My own feet were better!' At Lucca she impatiently left her company, forgetting all ceremony, to the astonishment of a gentleman with a ribbon in his button-hole. She sought not for another conveyance, certain that her pace would be quicker than the lazy trot of such horses as had borne her from Pisa; and somewhat touched with shame at riding at her ease while Gaetano toiled on foot. On she walked, and in a few minutes came to that tedious part of the road, where the eye sees, in a straight line, and on a flat, full three miles in prospect, between two double rows of trees. She strained her sight, but could distinguish no one in a sailor's habit.' She quickened her steps. The road then takes a slight turn, and there is again a similar prospect, and for the same extent. Still not seeing him, she cried out--Oh! where is he? Dear Madonna, Queen of Heaven, do but preserve him in his right mind, and I will be content! Let his father's arms receive him, and I will return-happy-and he shall never know that he might find a home in mine! Coming into Pescia, she observed some children building their clay-houses on the side of the bridge; and perceiving that their work must have lasted from the morning, she hoped they could give her some information. From them she learnt that such a one had passed, though they disagreed as to the time, and described him very doubtfully; however, one ainong them, a little creature with a sharp thin face, satisfied her it could be no other but Gaetano, by his wonder at his long quick strides. Now she felt more light of heart, and gazed upon the mountains, clothed in a thousand varieties of trees and shrubs, and forming a kind of amphitheatre above the city, and her eyes wandered over the rich, luxuriant plain, till her soul was elevated by the beauty of nature, and, forgetting the Madonna, she prayed direct to the Creator.

At that moment, Gaetano knocked at his father's door. The servant who opened it, though a stranger to him, looked confused, as if he had been taught to expect such a visitor; and without asking any questions, left him on the threshold. Presently he returned, and in a low voice told him he was threatened to be dismissed from the house, if he did not immediately close the door upon him. Then do your duty,' said Gaetano, “and shut me out,'—and as he spoke he retired one step backward.-_'but tell my father I only desire to touch his hand before I leave him forever. No reply was brought, and the son waited there without motion, like a statue. At last the window of the room where the father lay, was opened. The wretched old man, on a sick bed, his bed of death, with a voice scarce human, shrieked at his once beloved boy in curses. His fury was exasperated, instead of being subdued by his own sufferings—I will not, I cannot repeat his words. Gaetano stood firmly, and heard them with a painful smile. But when they ceased, and there was silence, he sunk upon his knees, with his body supported against the door-post. The window was closed. Passengers stopped in their way, and whispered, and knew not how to act. At last a little girl from a neighbor's was sent with food, and as she said 'Dear Signor, eat! eat! Gaetano laughed, One circumstance I must not omit: his brother, the now favored son, stole softly round from the garden door, and kissed him, but for a short moment, and then fled swiftly back, lest his love should be noticed by any one in the house. Towards night-fall, the sympathy of the town's people increased, and collecting there in a crowd, they began to talk loudly and impatiently. This still more enraged the father: he ordered the window to be opened again, but his curses were answered by a cry from the people in the street ; and a poor cripple, a beggar, exclaimed, 'Peace! peace! irreverent old man !' and they heard him no more.

Nina was then forcing her way through the crowd. She had just arrived, pale and heartsick, but not weary. Regardless of the bystanders, or rather, not giving them a thought, she knelt down close to Gaetano, with her arms crossed upon her breast, like one of Raphael's angels, and prayed to him to forgive her. He heard her gentle voice as a voice from heaven, and lifting his feeble eyelids, saw who it was. * Forgive you !' he replied, 'I forgive all-all-even my rather ! every one but myself!' And striving to raise himself from the door-post, he sunk senseless into her arms. She believed his heart was bursi-that he was either dead or dying-and screamed for help. The window above her head closed against her cries. - Many among the crowd sprung forward to her assistance, and they bore Gaetano to an inn, while Nina walked by his side without a word, his hand fast locked in hers. On the following morning he was in a high fever, which, after a few days, became so violent, it threatened speedily to destroy him. All the while Nina was his kind nurse; and in spite of the restraint laid upon unmarried women in Italy, she alone attended him. “Entire affection scorneth nicer hands. The brother often visited: him, but secretly, and at night, with all the circumspection of a gallant to his mistress. At length Nina had the joy to see his health return, hanging over him with her sweet, quiet smiles, till he gazed upon her, forgetting he was unhappy. In a few days he wondered if it was possible to be unhappy again. And the roses began to blush on her cheeks more beautifully than ever they had blushed before. Yet they never talked of loving each other-it was a waste of words-neither of them had a doubt of it. One evening, the brother, as he paid his stolen visit, was not in the least surprised to hear they were married-why should he ? And he wished them joy, and embraced Gaetano, and kissed the hand of his sister-bride, with a happiness almost equal to their own.

There was a good opportunity for opening a snuff-shop at Pescia, so the young couple resolved to fix themselves there. The aunt, and all the stock in trade, were removed from Pisa in the same cart to the new shop. Gaetano was presently initiated into the mysteries of weights and scales and canisters, delighted with his industry as his wife stood by his side. Yet at times a pang came across him as he thought of his father. At the end of six months a priest called, and said his genitore had forgiven him. This was merely effected by the horrors of his faith; and, therefore, the greatest bigot could have received but little comfort from it. In fact, he did no more than forgire him as a Christian ; with this proviso, that he would never see him or leave him a farthing. Soon after this the old man died. Immediately the brother offered to divide the property, and upon his repeated entreaties, Gaetano did receive a part. 'I cannot take half,' said he,' because you, with a large house and no shop, are a poorer man than I am.'

The aunt is more demure than ever. There are so many stories abroad of the infamy of an Illustrissimo becoming a shopkeeper, and

of a respectable girl marrying a convict, that she is nervous. She goes about protesting she had no hand in the matter, that nothing of the kind ever entered her head, and thus gets suspected, most unde servedly, as a sly, good-for-nothing, wicked woman.

True love, they say, must be itself alone,' not the offspring of any other passion; and that affection springing from gratitude or pity is by no means love : with many more wise sayings, which I forget. 'To all this I have nothing to reply,- I only refer such dogmatizers to the principal snuff-shop in Pescia. Gaetano and Nina have now three children. The youngest is the most beautiful infant I ever saw, 'especially at the mother's breast; '--mind, reader, these are the husband's own words, and you are not to make me accountable for so dainty an observation.


The wind is high on Helle's wave,

As on that night of stormy water,
When Love, who sent, forgot to save
The young, the beautiful, the brave,
The lonely hope of Sestos daughter.

**Bride of Abydos.

She will come at last: I am sure she will come, though all the bolts and bars in Brittany should intervene to keep us asunder. On such a night-the last I shall pass in France for many, many months-she caunot, will not, disappoint me. O Renée, dear and long-loved, Heaven speed the ship that brings me back to bear you away from this shore for ever!'

The soliloquist, a young Englishman, was pacing impatiently to and fro under the shadow of a high wall which surrounded an extensive garden in the environs of St. Servan. He was closely muffled in a boatcloak; but the outline of a manly and symmetrical figure was distinguishable: and the glance which he ever and anon directed to a small casement in a summer-house that commanded a view of the spot he was traversing, expressed the independence and fire of a lofty character. The last gleam of day yet lingered in the west; but towards the zenith the stars sparklcd in multitudes. A thousand lamps glimmered among the dusky roofs of St. Malo, which, in that dim twilight, resembled a mighty mural pyramid piled up on the bosom of the sea. The monotonous lashing of the billows on the seaward ramparts smote mournfully on the ear; but blended with their incessant roar were many cheerier sounds. The shouts and laughter of the groups of merry boatman, who beset the Dinantgate, swept over the still waters of the inner basin; the watch-dog's faithful bark came encouragingly from many a distant orchard and tobacco field: and the faint tinkling of a guitar floated at intervals on the breeze. But the young Englishman lingered not there to watch for star or lamp, nor to listen for watch-dog's bay or guitar's tinkle. A pair of bright eyes, looking down from the

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