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PATIENCE ON A MONUMENT.
DUST. I KNEEL within the church alone
Dust we were, and dust to be, All through the long, long day,
Dust upon us, dust about us, And list the night's low breezes moan
Dust on everything we see, Amid the turrets gray;
Dust within us, dust without us; In summer-time I faintly hear
Saith the preacher, “ Dust to dust!” The laugh of merry children near,
Let them mingle, for they must.
Dust we raise upon the road,
Dust we breathe in dancing-hall;
Dust infests our home abode, They play amid the quiet graves
Dust, & pall, is over all ! That thickly lie around,
'Tis the housewife's daily bread, And softly to the silent caves
Dust, the emblem of the dead.
When the sky above is fair,
And the sun upon the streams, Above the hallowed ground,
Floats the dust throughout the air, And daisies, like Faith's upward eye,
Gleaming in its fallen beams; Gaze ever deep into the sky.
Every mote is like a man, Here have I heard the bridal vows
Dancing gaily while he can. In faltering accents low,
Ere the tempest gathers strong, Have gazed on fair unfurrowed brows
Blows at times the warning gust, Unworn by wave of wo;
O'er the plain it sweeps along, Have heard the pastor's voice proclaim
Tempest's thrall, a cloud of dust; The union of heart and name,
Every mote is like a man,
Flying from Oppression's van.
Now the swollen clouds grow dark,
Comes the long-expected flood, And I have seen through silent aisles The dead brought solemnly
Falling deluge-like and stark ;
Dust is beaten down to mud,
So are times when men must grovel And while the clear, calm voice of prayer
In the palace as the hovel. Silverly fell on the hushed air,
Thus we are but motes of dust, Have seen the mourner's eye
On the ground and in the air, Turn with a fierce despair on mo,
Blown by pleasure, fear, and lust, As though I mocked his misery.
Beaten down to low despair; I gazed with calm and tranquil gaze
Born of dust, to come to dust, Upon his bloodshot eye;
Let us mingle, for we must.
Fell on him tenderly;
BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
Steals the sunshine, steals the shade; I watch amid the slumberers here,
Evening damps begin to fall, And the long years roll on;
Evening shadows are displayed. Each Sabbath, listening throngs appear, Round me, o'er me, everywhere, Each week, I am alone;
All the sky is grand with clouds, New faces fill each vacant nook,
And athwart the evening air
Shafts of sunshine from the West
Paint the dusky windows red;
Darker shadows deeper rest
Underneath and overhead:
Darker, darker, and more wan.
In my breast the shadows fall; The sun's last parting rays will come,
Upward steals the life of man,
As the sunshine from the wall.
From the wall into the sky,
From the roof along the spire; The dead shall leave me but their graves Ah, the souls of saints that die -Chambers' Journal.
I. R. V. Are but sunbeams lifted higher.
Zaidee take different directions. There is a PART THE LAST. -BOOK III.
painful hesitation between them when they address each other, which Zaidee understands very
well, but which Percy cannot understand; and There was no very long time necessary to once more his thoughts, baffled and perplexed, bring to completion the scheme of Mary ; it centre upon Mary Cumberland's beautiful sister, was still fine weather although the end of Octo- who is so like his own. Unconsciously to himber, and Mrs. Cumberland became very soon self, this rencontre increases Percy's difficulty. enthusiastic about the visit to Cheshire, to Cas- She is not Mary Cumberland's sister; she is only tle Vivian, and the Grange. “I expect to see an adopted child. It suddenly occurs to Percy quite a delightful sight in your brother's return that Mary meant him to draw some inference to your attached peasantry, Mr. Vivian,” said from this fact, which she stated to him so abMrs. Cumberland; and Mr. Cumberland himself ruptly; and, more than ever puzzled, his was persuaded to go with the party, to initiate thoughts pursue the subject; but he can draw the country gentlemen there into his views, and no inference; he is only extremely curious,
inperhaps to extend his own ideas. “There are terested, and wondering; he never thinks of Zaimany admirable customs hidden in the depths of dee in connection with this beautiful and silent the country,” said this candid pbilosopher; girl. "some ancient use and wont in the matter of And the next day their journey began. TravWelcome, I should not be surprised -- and I am ling in a railway carriage, even when you can a candid man, sister Burtonshaw." So the phi- fill it comfortably with your own party, is not a losopher gave his consent; and hers, too, with a mode of journeying favorable to conversation. sigh of regret for Sylvo's place, gave Mrs. Bur- Leaning back in her corner, covered up and half tonshaw.
concealed under Aunt Burtonshaw's shawls, During the one day which they spent in Lon- looking at the long stripes of green fields, the don before starting for Cheshire, Zaidee, who flat lines of country that quivered by the window felt this journey full of fate for her, a new and with the speed of lightning, Zaidee found in this decisive crisis in her life, wandered out, in her dreaded journey à soothing, influence which restless uneasiness. Mary did not watch her calmed her heart. Convinced as she was that quite so jealously as she had done, and she was Mary's object was to try her fully, by bringing glad to be alone. Without thinking, Zaidee her into close contact with her own family, Zaistrayed along those unfeatured lines of street dee had earnestly endeavored to fortify herself till she came to the well-remembered environ- for the ordeal. But through this long day, ment of squares which surrounded Bedford when her thoughts were uninterrupted, when no Place
. Thinking wistfully of her old self, and one spoke but Percy and Mary, whose conversaher vain childish sacrifice, Zaidee passed timidly tion was not for the common ear or Aunt Burthrough it, looking up for Mrs. Disbrowe's tonshaw, whose addresses were more general, house. Some one before her went up to this and chiefly directed to the subjects of taking house hurriedly as Zaidee advanced, but hesitat- cold or taking refreshments - a pleasant delued, as she did, when he perceived a great many sion of going home stole upon Zaidee's weary carriages
, with coachmen in white gloves and heart. Mr. Cumberland, who had been greatly favors,
- large bridal party before the door. struck at the very outset of their journey by the The gentleman before her paused a little, and so large sphere of operation for his educational djd Zaidee; there was a momentary commotion theory, his decorated and emblazoned letters, in
the little crowd, which made an avenue be- those names of railway stations at present intween the door of the house and the carriage scribed in prosaic black and white, was making drawn before it, and forth issued a bride in notes and sketches for this important object, to dowing white robes and orange blossoms, not lose no time; Mrs. Cumberland was enjoying her too shy to throw a glance around her as she step- languor; Mrs. Burtonshaw presided over the ped into the vehicle. Zaidee shrank, fearing to draughts, the windows, and the basket of sandbe remembered, when she found how she recog- wiches. There was no painful idea, no scrutiny, nized at once Minnie Disbrowe’s saucy face. And or search, or suspicion, in all these faces. Go Mr. Disbrowe is with the bride; and there is ing home! The dream crept over Zaidee's mamma, of still ampler proportions, but not less mind, and it was so sweet, she suffered it to comely, than of old, and a string of bridesmaids, come. She closed her eyes to see the joyous in whose degrees of stature, one lesser than the drawing-room of the Grange, all bright and gay other
, Zaidee fancies she can see Rosie and Let- for the travellers - Elizabeth, Margaret, Sophy tie and Sissy, the little rebels who tried her so - Philip even - – and Zaidee coming home. Sorely once. Looking on all this with interested. These impossible dreams were not common to eyes, Zaidee does not immediately perceive that Zaidee; she yielded herself up to the charm of this is Mr. Percy Vivian who was bending his this one with
a thankful heart. course to Mrs. Disbrow's. When she does per That night they spent at Chester, where Mr. ceive him, there is a pause of mutual embarrass-Cumberland made great progress in his scheme ment. He is wondering if she can know these for the railway stations. There was still another people, and she is wondering why he should call day's respite for Zaidee, for to-morrow they had at Bedford Place; but the carriages sweep on arranged to visit Castle Vivian, and the next with their gay company, and after the inter- day after that to continue their journey to the change of a very few formal words, Percy and Grange.
In the morning Percy left the party early; he make strange wills in our family,” said Percy, had some business, and was to rejoin them by- who, though restless and expectant, could still and-by, but they started without him for Castle smile. " Sir Francis left his property under pe Vivian. It was a beautiful October day, bright culiar conditions," he concluded abruptly, lookand calm like summer, but with a bracing ing with astonishment at Mary, whose touch breeze, and all the face of the country gleamning upon his arm had brought his esplanation to a with a shower which had fallen over-night. The close. But Mary was looking at Zaidee, and he, leaves were dropping from the trees upon their too, turned to look at her. Percy was the una path, the clouds hurrying along the horizon be witting instrument of Mary's plot; he was rather fore the wind, leaving great plains and valleys excited, full of a vague and startled expectaof clear sky, as bright as sunshine; unseen tion; but she had not told him the reason of her streams trickled behind the hedge-rows, the air contrivance, and his mind was busy with specuwas full of a twittering cadence of singing-birds lations. Still more uneasy grew Percy as his and waters. Here and there a bit of rude un- eyes followed Mary's glance. Zaidee's beautiful cultivated land threw up its group of ragged firs, figure, standing on this elevated ground, was and spread its purple flush of heather, begin- distinctly relieved against the far-off line of sky. ning to fade, before the travellers; and the woods She was standing shading her eyes with her were rich in autumn robes, against which now hand, as she, too, gazed down the road in expecand then the playful gale made a sudden rush, tation of the new master of Castle Vivian, and throwing a handful of yellow leaves into the air, her eyes were looking far into the air, half wist which caught them gently, and sent them down- ful, half indifferent; her cheek was paler than ward in silent circles to their parent soil. When its wont - her hair was loosened a little by the they had come to the gate of Castle Vivian, wind. Percy could not recollect where he had Percy met them. He was very anxious that the seen this simple attitude, so full of unconscious young ladies should alight, and walk up the grace and pre-occupied attention, but it was avenue with him, while the elders of the party strangely familiar and well known to him. drove on. “Come, Lizzy, come,” Mary cried, While he stood in doubt, a very handsome grayas she sprang from the carriage. Zaidee obeyed hound slowly approached the group, and, with with some astonishment. Within the gate the the instinct which directs these animals to lovers road ascended between high sloping banks of of their kind, seated himself, after a few disturf, here and there broken by an edge of pro- dainful sniffs at the others of the party, by Zaijecting rock or a bush of furze. Percy led his dee's feet. Percy started with a suppressed excompanions up a narrow ascent, half stair, half clamation. Long years ago Sermo was dead path, to the top of the bank, from whence they long years ago Zaidee was lost. This was a beaulooked down upon the well-kept carriage-road, tiful woman; this was not the brown girl of the with its sandy crystals sparkling in the sun. At Grange; but the group before him was Zaidee some little distance before them, where the road, and Sermo; the attitude and the conjunction gradually sweeping upward, had reached to the burst upon him with a sudden flash of recogni. level of the banks, a stately avenue of elms tion. His voice did not disturb Zaidee; her threw their lofty branches against the sky; and mind was absorbed with this gaze of hers lookat a long distance within these you looked down ing for the heir of the house of Vivian; but he upon the noble front of a great house, a building felt upon his arm the warning touch of Mary's of the age of Elizabeth, planting itself firmly hand. Mary's eyes were meeting his with a with a massive and solid splendor in a bright glance of warning; and there, ringing along the enclosure of antique gardens. The great deep road, were the cheers of the spectators, and the porch of the central entrance was occupied by sound of carriage-wheels. servants, one after another looking out as if in There was not a sound or motion more between expectation; and the balcony of a large window these watchers; Zaidee, unconscious of their close by the door was filled with a company of scrutiny, looked down upon the arriving stranladies : down below, too, in the carriage-road, ger. The carriage approached rapidly; the and dotted along the banks, were other specta- spectators on the roadside raised their hats and tors looking out anxiously as if for some ex- waved their hands, and cheered his approach pected arrival. Percy led his companions on till with unusual animation. Who was the heir of they had almost reached the entrance of that Sir Francis Vivian! She looked down upon him lofty cluster of elm trees, and were but a little with her dark wistful eyes, anxious and yet above the level of the road. “Let us wait weary, touched with the listlessness of her long here,” said Percy, in whose voice there was a endurance. She was not prepared for any trial; quiver of emotion. “ The heir is coming home she had given herself this day to rest. The car to-day -- we will see him pass if we wait here." riage was an open carriage, and one man alone
Mary did not speak, but Zaidee's surprise was sat within it: he was bronzed and darkened, too great for caution. “ The heir?” and she a man beyond his early youth. Zaidee looked turned towards him with an eager glance of at him with eyes which flashed out of their pasInquiry.
sive observation into the keenest scrutiny. In i Sir Francis Vivian is dead," said Percy; the greatness of her amazed and troubled joy, “his successor is to take possession to-day.” she could no longer restrain herself. As the car“ Had he a son?” asked Zaidee.
riage-wheels crashed by, over the sandy soil, “ He had no son; this is the heir of the fam- Zaidee cried aloud, "It is Philip - Philip. ily, scarcely the heir of Sir Francis Vivian. Wel Philip is the heir !”
Her voice rose and broke in this great moment And by the time she had reached this climax, ary outcry, and she stood still for a moment, Sophy came up to the little group which had with her hands raised and her face flushing like delayed so long. Sophy's lilies and roses were the sky under the sun; then her beautiful arms as sweet as ever, her blue eyes were bright with fell by her side; suddenly she “ came to herself.” tears and laughter, her pretty face was dimpling She turned round upon them, drawing back a and sparkling all over with the family joy. But step, and looking out from her sudden flush of when she reached as far as Zaidee, whose face joy with a chill creeping to her heart. She did she had not seen at first, Sophy came to a sudden not look at Nary, she looked past lier, full upon pause. Zaidee could give but one glance at her Percy Vivian, and with eyes fuil of supplicating first and dearest companion, whose wistful and terror. Percy, almost unmanned, did not say a amazed look was turned upon her. Trembling, word in that moment. He only put out his overpowered, and helpless, she covered her eyes arms,
held up his hands before her; shut out with her hand, and turned away to hide the everything from her eyes with an eager gesture. burst of weeping which she could no longer "Home, Zaidee, home," said Percy; “ there is control. Percy,”
,” said Sophy, in a low and no other place in the world - you can only flee hurried voice, “who is this that is so like our to our own home."
CHAPTER XXXI. -HOME.
Elizabeth — who is it that weeps at seeing me?" For he did not even think of her in this ex- Percy made no answer. The hound still sat at tremity. Flight was the firsi idea in the minds Zaidee's feet, raising his large eyes wistfully to of both. “Ibar you — I bar you; you are ours the discussion, sympathetic, and making earnest now and forever,” cried Percy, grasping her endeavors to discover what the subject of all this hands together, and forgetting even his brother. distress and wonder was. Sophy no longer noted "Zaidee - Zaidee — Zaidee there is nowhere Percy and his betrothed ; she saw only these two to flee to but home!”
figures — the dog with his head raised, the beautiful stranger turning away from all of them, and struggling with her sobs and tears. She was
too hurried, too much excited, to wait for an But they were lingering still upon this same answer to her question. She fell upon Zaidee, spot. Zaidre, who made no single effort to deny suddenly clasping her soft arms round her, her identity, with tears in her beautiful eyes, taking possession of the hands which no longer and her face full of supplicating earnestness, made an effort to withdraw themselves. “It is stood withdrawn from them a little, pleading Zaidee ! Zaidee ! Nobody can deceive me! it is that they would let her go. Her whole heart our own Zay,” cried Sophy, with a great outwas in this dreary prayer of hers. Withdrawing burst. “ Did you think I would not know her? from Mary her friend, and Percy her cousin, she I!-- you know me, Zaidee? say you know me. turned her face away from stately Castle Vivian, and you were coming of your own will to weland looked out upon the desolate and blank hor- come Philip. I knew you would come home izon over which the clouds were stealing, and when Philip had Castle Vivian. Zay!-only from whence the chill of approaching winter speak to me - say you know me as I know you." came in the wind. Zaidee had forgotten for the The two spectators of this scene bent forward moment that she had just seen Philip pass to a anxiously to listen. “ Yes, Sophy,” said Zaidee, better inheritance than the Grange. She forgot among her tears. Zaidee offered no resistance everything except that she was discovered, and to the close embrace, and made no longer any that they were about to take her, the supplanter, effort to withdraw herself. Sophy, with her arm the wrongful heir, to the home whose natural round her new-found cousin, looked back to possessor she had defrauded. She would not them, waving them on, and hurried forward, permit either of them to hold that trembling breathless with her haste, her crying, her laughand chilled hand of hers, she only besought them ing, her joy of tears. The hound stalked sol
emnly forward by Zaidee's side, mending his The new master of Castle Vivian had reached stately pace, as Sophy at every step quickened the house by this time,
and entered, and from the hers. Percy Vivian and Mary Cumberland, left door came a hasty message to call these loiterers far behind, looked into each other's faces. “When in. This pretty figure ran towards them, across did you discover this?” said the one ; and “How that flickering breadth of light and shadow, the slow you were to find it out!” said the other. path under the elm trees. In her haste her fair Percy had by no means subsided out of his first hair came down upon her neck in a long half- bewildered and joyful amazement. But Mary's curling lock; but Sophy Vivian, though she was satisfaction and delight were altogether unnow the Rev. Mrs. rlington, a married lady, mingled, and had the most agreeable shade of did not think her dignity at all compromised, but self-gratulation in them. They would never rm on breathless and laughing, as she caught have found her but for me,” said Mary Cumthe rebellious tress in her pretty hand. Before tverland to herself, and it was not in nature that she had reached the end of the avenue she began the planner of this successful plot should not be calling to them. “Percy, Percy, why are you a little proud of her wisdom and her skill. lingering? Philip has come
every one is there
The windows were open in the great drawingbut you; mamma is anxious to see Miss Cum- room in Castle Vivian, and some of the family berland. I am sure this is Miss Cumberland. had come to the balcony, once more to wonder at Come, come; how can you linger 80 ? Philip is Percy's
delay, and look out for him. “Can this at home."
be Miss Cumberland whom Sophy is bringing
-"Let me go away.”
Since the appearance of our last number, | nasties, too little to the freedom of peoples. the great fact in this country in relation to But shall we cry out for this reason —
- Lot the war has been the desertion of the nation there be no war? So have some men played al cause by men from whom the nation had the game of Russia, - rcfusing to cripple the a right to expect better things. The smaller great foe of liberty at all, because every lesser Peelites we could spare without concern. Sir foe is not to be equally crippled at the same James Graham might add yet another change time. Our status quo dream, however, is now to the all sorts of changes which have pre- of the past. We have drifted far beyond ceded, and no man feel much either of sorrow that. Austria and Prussia might have made or surprise. But that Mr. Gladstone and the war too much a war of dynasties — thanks Lord John Russell should have gone over to to those powers, there is now the chance of the side of the enemy at such a moment is a its becoming something much better, The grave matter. The statesmanship of the first hoisting of the Union Jack on the isthmus has proved to be the statesmanship of books — of Perekop may rouse the sleepers at Vienna mawkish and treacherous when brought into and Berlin, but they will have slept too long. the actual world. The statesmanship of the Sebastopol has fallen.
The Crimea evacsecond has been the great Whig drag, im- uated, Russia, we are told, will only be less peding nearly all liberal measures in the Low- disposed than ever to think of peace. No er llouse for many years past. Lord John doubt of it. If, Alexander II. should submay now attempt to play the great Liberal mit, like Louis XIV., to humiliating terms, again - for such has been his wont in every it will be because the strong hand of necesseason of displacement - but it will be too sity has imposed them. Russia must not be late. The experiment has been made too often. expected to think of peace while she has the Most sincerely do we hope, that no great slightest chance of regaining what she had interest of this country will ever be intrusted lost in war. It is an idiot dream to suppose again, either to our late Chancellor of the that she may be soothed into peaceful tendenExchequer, or to our late representative at cies. If her brigand temper be ever curbed, Vienna. We may say of Lord John as of it must be by the strong hand. Lord Brougham, - it would have been well But the power of Russia, say some, is for his reputation if he had lived out little great, her will indomitable. Yes and see more than half his days.
you not in that the horrors of the sway with Lord Palmerston is no prodigy either of which Europe is menaced? The truth lies in political consistency or of political earnestness. a small space. The Allies must beat, or be The war, too, it may be, has had too much beaten — that is, must save the independence respect in its beginning to the safety of dy-1 of Europe, or resign it to Czarism.
The old Past, whose life is fled.
voice to tender reverence ; Crown'd he lies, but cold and dead : For the Present reigns our monarch,
With an added weight of hours, Honor her, furshe is mighty !
Honor her, for she is ours !
Girt around her cloudy throne ;
By great hearts to him unknown ;
Holy dreams, both strange and new ; But the Present shall fulfil them,
What he promised, she shall do.
She inherits all his treasures,
She is heir to all his fame,
Is the lustre of his name ;
Living on his grave she stands,
And his harvests in her hands.
If we thus her glory dim?
As our fathers fought for him.
Bids her rule, and us obey