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the very character wanted in Sandown, growth. A most beautiful road it was, for her energies in agricultural improve- whence branched away many a quiet path ment were very great, and she was a and glade, where children were seeking large-hearted woman, full of charity, and for primroses and violets. that of the right sort, which helps others Emerging from the wood, the carriage to help themselves.

rolled smoothly along the highway toNo matter what might be said of her ward the toll-house; and Lady Randal grammar, or her taste, or her general pointed out to her brother the "beauty of manners, she did an immense deal of Sandown,” dressed most becomingly that good, and was more accessible to the Sunday morning, in a muslin gown (white, meanest of her peasants than to the most spotted with red strawberries), standing consequential of aristocrats or million at the porch, listening for the distant aires.

church hells; so distant they were, that it



And Lady Randal had shrewd sense, and was only at intervals she could hear them, often observed to those few in whom she when the wind wafted their floating confided, “My people do not think half chimes toward her. Now she can disso much of me as they would if I were a tinctly catch the sweet and solemn notes, haughty, cold-hearted patrician, who dis- but the next minute they fade off over dained to speak to them, and left them the common and fields. and theirs to the mercy of an agent!" What thoughts are now stirring within

The carriage had been slowly moving her ? Can they be those of folly or of on through the woodland road, where vanity ? nothing could be seen on either hand but Nelly bad patches of green turf and wild flowers “ Heaven's light in her eye, just visible between thickets of under

The soft blue of the sky.

Heaven's light in her eye, and a blush like wood, overshadowed by trees of centuries'

the rose,

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Lady Randal stooped to speak very ing knife, and a pair of gardening sciskindly to Nelly, as she hastened to open sors. the gate, dropping a slight curtsey. • So, John, here you are,” was her

“How do you do? are you all well opening salutation to the toll-keeper, and thriving?"

when he had made his "reverence" to “Yes, thank you, Lady Randal; and the Lady of the Land. And then, with a we are all very glad to see you back rude disregard to his feelings, she went on again.”

to say, before the six or eight farmers, and “Are you? that's right. I am very cottagers present, “I saw your Nelly at glad to come back to you all, I do assure church yesterday, and she was too fine by you. The baronet, Nelly, returns no half. What do you mean by letting her more!” Her voice trembled,

make such a show of herself? Do you “We are very sorry”—began Nelly, want her to be more noticed and talked but Lady Randal interrupted her. “Tell of than she is already? I do assure you your father, the baronet left a legacy for there is no need of that.” the poor of Sandown; but I should hope The abashed father, who was timid and he cannot claim any part of it. I shall sensitive when his feelings were called be glad to see him with all my other into play, said nothing in reply to this tenants to-morrow at the Grange." attack, and Lady Randal, passing forward

The carriage dashed through the turn into a room that was used as a sort of pike, and swept off along an avenue of office for business, beckoned him to follow, elm trees leading to the Grange. and then abruptly asked—“How old is

“ Now, brother, what do you think of Nelly ?” our 'Beauty

“Nineteen at Lady Day.” “ Passable."

“Quite old enough for a pretty little Is that all ?”

puiss like her to marry and commence life “ That is all.”

in enrnest. She will plague you yet, But that was not all which passed in John Adams, if you don't marry her off the mind of Ferdinand-a deep, dark, quick. Take my advice.” crafty, unfathomable mind it was.

"Well, I believe George Fielding is When the old toll-keeper made his thinking of her appearance at the Grange, on Monday, “So I hear. He is at your place every Lady Randal met him in the entrance evening, and follows her wherever she hall where the tenants were gathering. goes. Good. He is a deserving young She was bustling about, examining man, and clever too. I like him. And I into all her affairs with characteristic like Nelly, if she will think a little less energy, talking to one and another vo- of dress and a little more of work. Tell lubly, and with her accustomed loud tones. him and her, I have a new little farm-a She came up to the toll.keeper directly pretty place-preparing near your son's she saw him, and a strange figure she at the Owlet's Corner-they shall have it looked, in an uncommonly large black whenever you like, and I will not see coal-scuttle bonnet, set forward on her them fast for stock to begin with." head, so that her grey hairs escaped “You are very good, my Lady." pretty freely at the back of her neck; a “I don't want thanks. You know I pair of boots that a ploughman might hate them. Action I want. Get Nelly have envied, all coated with clay; a short and George married, and tell her à dutch-style of woollen skirt; and a non- farmer's wife must have no nonsense about descript kind of coat, very strong and her; she must work and save as you have useful for the field and plantation, in done, and as your son, William, at the which Lady Randal bad been hard at Owlet's Corner is doing." work with a set of labourers, ever since I will tell her, my lady." four o'clock that morning. Her hands The son William here mentioned was were cased in leather gauntlets, and present in the hall, a big, strong, slow held, at this present moment, a prun. man, looking every inch a farmer.

When the toll-keeper returned home, had something very important to tell he went at once to the inn, to have a her. private chat with George's father, over a Nelly turned all rosy red when she reglass or so of ale, and a pipe.

ceived the message, and was, she said, They agreed, of course, that Lady “In twenty minds whether to go or not;" Randal's offer was too good to be lost, and but her father excited her curiosity by George Fielding was called into the neat telling her that George had really somelittle sanded parlour, the window of thing to say which she was little aware which looked on the toll gate; at least of, and that he had a message for her where the view was not obstructed by from Lady Randal. the great tree that bore the creaking The momentous interview took place; sign-board of “ The Jolly Farmer.” and one glance of her lover's countenance

George entered, he was a tall, fine -one sound of his tremulous voice, told looking young man, in his twenty-first her conscious heart that the hour of deyear. There was nothing clownish in cision had come, and could no longer be his manners. His language was above put off. his station, and his open countenance She would have hurried back, but it was stamped with intelligence, and good was too late; George had drawn her hand will.

through his arm, and led her faltering He with great self controul—though steps forward. They talked for some time not without agitation, listened to all of trivial matters, until it grew dark, and that the two fathers had to say, and as the moon arose. Then George pointed to they finished, he stood silently reflecting an enclosure at a short distance, where a with his elbow on the window-frame, and rastic dwelling-house with out-buildings, his forehead covered with his hand. He appeared about half-completed. shook visibly. Tears rolled down his Nelly," he said, “ see there; that is cheeks.

to be OUR HOME. My dear boy,” said Adams, “why is “I don't understand you, George." all this, I am sure Nelly loves the very “Lady Randall offers it to you and ground you walk on, though I confess me.” she is coquettish sometimes.'

“ You are dreaming, surely." George grasped the toll-keeper's hand “No, Nelly, I neither dream nor rave. with a strong pressure. A deep, con- There is your home-your own wedded vulsive sigh, and then the young man happy home, if you will accept it. The said, in broken accents

noble-hearted lady, who is raising that I will make one bold plunge-I will farm, offers it to us, and with unbounded know my fate - if she reject me”

kindness and liberality, tenders us every “Stuff and nonsense,” said his father; assistance.” "she'll none reject thee. Never fear.” He looked closer into Nelly's blushing,

“If she does, I go from hence for ever.” downcast face, which looked lovely in the

“Go along with your nonsense,” said moonlight, as that of a seraph. How old Fielding, really alarmed. “What wildly his heart beat; his pride, too, was should I do without thee ?”

all in arms; and he was sick with dread. “I could not live near her after being She made no answer.

There was a serejected. Oh, no; that would break my vere struggle going on in her heart. That heart, or drive me mad.”

she loved him was not to be denied, but " It's all as good as settled, I tell thee," she had been cherishing vague ambitions said his father. You shall be married adverse to his hopes. He knew this well, to Nelly before Christmas,-eh, neigh- and told her so; and entreated her in bour ?"

most eloquent and pathetic terms, to “ With all my heart.”

awake from foolish dreams of vanity, and That evening George sent a message to try to be happy with him in a life of ask Nelly to meet him beside her bro- patient industry, The charm of his win. ther’s farm, at the Owlet's corner, as he ning voice, of his manly tenderness, and

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of bis good, honest, sensible words, was ejaculated ; and then held out his hand to not to be successfully resisted-at least, George, who pressed it in eloquent silence by Nelly—and soon after they returned Little dreamed they of the subtle and to the toll-gate in happy and loving com- dangerous enemy who that night has

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munion. The moment they entered the watched the lovers, who understood all porch, Nelly threw herself into her fa- that had passed between them, and wat ther's arms, with a burst of tears. preparing to spoil their happy prospects. El “Bless thee, my child, bless thee!” he

(To be continued.)

YANDUBAYA AND LIROPEYA, moved by the tender passion. However,

it was not always thus; she at length FROM THE SPANISH.

did fall in love, and with an object IN 1574, in one of the most pictu- worthy of it—the Cacique Yandubays. resque parts of the province of Buenos Though the youngest of the chiefs who Ayres, there lived a young Indian woman, ruled the tribes on the banks of the Rio named Liropeya, famed alike for the de la Plata, he was by far the most disa beauty of her person and the goodness of tinguished. In hunting the nutria, ar her disposition. As was to be expected, in following the trail of the white man, she had many suitors, amongst whom he was equally expert. If his face was were several "Caciques; but none took not handsome his arm was very strong her fancy, and at the age of seventeen (an In several skirmishes with the Spaniards age at which most South American he had shown valour which astonished females are not only married, but have them. In one of them he saved the life two or three children !) she was still un- of Liropeya's father; and, by doing so,


gained her affections. Ardent was the away his life-she now wished to save passion which, from that day, she enter- it! “Release this man,” she said, "and tained for him. Nor was the fondness let him return to his companions; he (as is often the case) all on one side-it will tell them that we are less sanguinary was mutual. They were to be married than they !” six months afterwards.

Her lover obeyed: the Spaniard rose Three of those months had elapsed, to his feet, uttering exclamations of grawhen hostilities between the Spaniards titude. and Indians were resumed; the com- But he had seen Liropeya! And the mander of the former (the Adelantado sight of her transcendent beauty inspired Zarate) being worsted, he called to his him with a passion which he determined aid a better general than himself, the to gratify at whatever cost. Feigning to Senor Garay. The two, uniting their retire, he picked up his lance, and transforces, invaded the Indian territory. It fixed the Indian in the back. appeared as though deserted; but, all at Transfixed, too, was Liropeya, with once, they encountered a large body of horror! She stood, motionless as Indians, and a sanguinary battle ensued. statue. Soon, however, the Spaniard Amongst the combatants was Yandubaya, aroused her from her stupor Falling at who fought with his wonted courage. her feet, he declared his passion, and He was wherever the danger was great- besought her to return it. She heard est. Dart after dart he hurled; and in- him with loathing, but, dissembling, variably with effect. With one blow of said,-“Yes, when you have buried, on his sword he severed the arm of Garay's this very spot, the body of him you so lieutenant-with another he cut down a treacherously murdered.”. bulky Biscayan, the Hercules of the The Spaniard joyfully consented. Spanish army, but less active than strong. Drawing his sword, (a broad Toledo), Unfortunately, at this moment, a ball with it he digged a grave, and quickly, from an arquebuse struck his right arm, for the ground was soft, and his arm was and rendered it powerless. Then, for strong. He afterwards put into it the the first time in his life, he turned his body of Yandubaya. But previously, back to the enemy-he fled towards a and as Liropeya had anticipated, he wood, which he gained, followed, how- placed his sword upon the ground. She ever, by some Spaniards, one of whom seized it, and, before he had time to stay overtook him. But, though overtaken, her band, plunged it in her bosom! She he was not overcome. Turning round fell upon the body of her lover! sharply, and avoiding a lance thrust, he The historian who relates the incident grasped with his uninjured arm the on which the above is founded, always Spaniard. In a trice they were on the alludes to Yandubaya as the “Barbaro” ground, the Indian uppermost ! His the “Barbarian.” But to us it aphand was on his throat-he was about to pears, and doubtless to our readers, that kill him—when a woman appeared ! the true “ Barbarian” was the European,

It was Liropeya! Anxiety for the not the Indian. safety of her lover had brought her to the field of battle: from the wood she

DISTILLATION IN AMERICA.-It is estihad been a spectator of his prowess. mated that the present number of distilleries And when she saw him wounded, and in the United States is 10,500; the number pursued by the enemy, she hastened to of gallons of liquors distilled annually, is

She arrived (as we have 41,502,707, which, if sold at 20 cents per already intimated) when he wanted none: gallon, would produce 80,000,000,000,000 of when, on the contrary, his antagonist quarrels

, half-a-million of assaults and lay, half strangled, beneath him. Then eight hundred suicides, and about one hun

batteries, one hundred thousand thefts, it

was, that, by a strange fatality, she dred murders, and it would be impossible to experienced a feeling of compassion for estimate how many impoverished families, the Spaniard; she had wished to take paupers, and madmen.

his succour.

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