Beulah

h's arms, and, as might be supposed, constant watching soon converted her into a mere shadow of her former self. Dr. Hartwell often advised rest and fresh air f

sketch was concluded by that solemn paragraph: "Thus man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin." Again she read this sad comment on the vanity of earth and its ephemeral hosts, and her mind

lk! It would have helped us both. Poor Chatterton! I know just how you felt, when you

out Chatterton in that

ooked up, and

word. He was buried a

e you thi

, under sculptured marble, his bones were scatt

hy

ly as he did." As she uttered these words she compressed her lips in a manne

ance, and as he felt the infant's

m down now; he s

y as well

llow my directions

of grim smile distorted her features. The doctor mixed some medicine, and, setting the glass

?" She fixed her eyes proudly on his, and her

going away very soon, to be

over her face, but the ashe

ves for Europe next week

s pleadingly, and sai

you s

d in a packet that will sail early next we

ntly; the icy hands dropped, an

looking down at the colorless face. His high white brow clouded, and a fierce light kind

t. She would prove heartless, like all of her sex, and repay me w

tremble, and knew from the look of suffering that with returning consciousness came the k

ever see

u about his trip. But what will become

only

paper on the glass, took his hat and left the room. Beulah sat with her head pre

ligh

ber livery al

ighted the lamp, and shaded it so as to shield the eyes of the sleeping boy. The door was open, and, glancing

't leave me! Whom have

ck. Don't cry so; I shall come back some of these days, such an erudite, such an elegant young man, you will hardly know me. Only

face, and laughed

re you

I shall write you from the Old World! I am to see all Europe before I return; that is, my father says I shall.

ie when I think of those coming five years. How

ind some good, kind family, where you will be taken care of till your education is finished. Your studies will occupy you closely, and you will have quite enough to think of, without troubling yourself about my ab

lly; and when you are gone, everything will be dark-da

ture, she fixed her eyes on his countenance, thinking of the desolate hours in store for her, when the mighty Atlantic billows surged between her and the noble, classic face she loved so devotedly. A shadowy panorama of coming years glided before her, and trailing clouds seemed gathered about the path her little feet must tread. A vague foreboding discovered to her the cheerlessness, and she shivered in anticipating the dreariness that awaited her. But there was time enough for the raging of the storm; why rush so eagerly to meet it? She closed