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ones! The next day, Mr. Ferdinand Fitzroy re- be at least sixty years of age. I must tell you this ". By heavens! and you call that a misfortune! ceived a most obliging note of dismissal.

history; it is one which has had an immense influ- Ungrateful wretch! I should like to be in love ! “I wish you every happiness," said Miss Helen ence on my life, and of which the memory, even now, And pray who is the object of your ardent fame?' Convolvulus, in conclusion : "but my friends are moves me in an extraordinary manner-even now Ah, uncle, she's an angel !! right! You are much too handsome for a hus- when my blood has only just warmth enough to keep

««• I know she is, of course ; it always an anband !"

me alive, and enable me to play backgammon. I gel! A little later in life, you will prefer a woman! And the week following, Miss Helen Convolvulus was twenty—that is more than forty years since. I But in short, by what mortal name do you call this became Lady Rufus Pumilion !

had just quitted college, where young men were kept angel!' “Alas! sir,” said the bailiff as a day or two after a little longer than they are to-day. After well "She is called Noëmi, uncle !' the dissolution of Parliament he was jogging along weighing the matter—but without consulting mer “ • That is not what I ask you : Noëmi is enough with Mr. Ferdinand Fitzroy, in a hackney-coach, my father decided on my future path in life, and an- for you, I quite comprehend : besides, 'tis a pretty bound to the King's Bench—" Alas! sir, what a nounced to me one morning that he had obtained a name ! But for me, I must know who this angel is, pity it is to take so handsome a gentleman to lieutenancy for me in the regiment, then in gar- and to what family she belongs ? What is the family prison !"

rison in Auvergne, and desired me to be ready to name ?'
leave in three days. I was not a little taken aback, "'Tis Mademoiselle Amelot !'

for several reasons. In the first place, I disliked a " The devil! that's better than an angel! A A BOUQUET OF ROSES. military career ; but that objection the sight of a brunette, tall and slight, with eyes like black velvet !

dashing uniform would soon have overcome : added I don't at all disapprove of the object of your affecWALKI ALKING in my garden the other day, I to it, a few ambitious hopes excited, and a little tion ! stopped before a tree covered with yellow

music would, all combined, have made either a Cæsar Ah, uncle ! Did you know her soul !! and looking at them reminded me of a tale or an Achilles of me !

“I know-I understand all about it! And does

“ But I was in love ! which I will relate.

she return your affection, as we used to say? Is Two years since, I dropped in to spend my eve

Nothing in the world could have induced me to that still what you young ones call it?' ning with an old lady who resides near my house. utter a word of this to my father, whose only reply

“I don't know, uncle!' She is a most charming person—amiable, clever, witty, to such a confidential communication would have been

“How! You don't know, nephew unworthy and charitable in all things. She is passionately to send me away that very night.

an uncle like myself? How! You are every day

“But I had an uncle and what an uncle ! fond of flowers, and you will scarcely credit the

in her house, and don't know yet whether you are coquetry and gallantry I expend in making bouquets “ He was a man then of the same age as I am loved ?' for her, nor how much I rejoice at her surprise when now, but he was still young—not for himself--for ". She does not even know that I love her!' I bring her a flower of the name of which she is no old man ever renounced Satan and all his pomps "Oh, in that idea you are mistaken, my handsome ignorant, or which is very uncommon in our part of and works better than he did--but for others : he nephew, and comprehend nothing of woman's nathe country

loved the young, and perfectly understood, without ture! She knew it at least a quarter of an hour One evening, when I arrived at her house, I found being jealous of them. He did not deem the infir- before you did yourself! her seated with an old gentleman who has been re-mities of age a progress, neither did he think length “All I know, uncle, is, that I shall kill myself, siding on his property more than a year—a hand of years necessary to be wise. From excessive unless she marries me!' some estate in the vicinity, which had been left him goodness and good sense, he lived in the happiness ""Oh-oh! Well, then, I can tell you my neby a distant relative, on condition of his taking the of others. He was ever found mixing in all the phew, that there exists many chances against your name of his benefactor : consequently, he was called noble and generous follies of youth; he was the con-union. Your father is much richer than hers, and Monsieur Descoudraies.

fidant and protector of all true lovers, of those harm- he will not give his consent !' He had obtained an introduction to my old lady, less debts young men contract, and of all youth's «« Well, then, I know the only thing which is left and I had every reason to be jealous of his assidui- hopes and fears. I went to him, and said :

me to do!' ties. They became very warm friends, and passed

"Uncle, I am very unhappy!

“Come-come! Listen to me! Let us see ! almost every evening, together, and played back

“I bet twenty louis you are not !' was the Don't go and commit some act of folly! Let us look gammon. reply.

into the business !' I bowed silently, on the evening in question, as I **Ah, uncle-don't laugh! Besides, you would " • I am all attention, uncle!' entered, not to interrupt the game. When it was lose!'

• • In the first place, then, you cannot marry at finished, I presented Madame de Lorgerel a bou- “ If I lose I'll pay ; and perhaps that would help twenty years of age!'. quet of yellow roses which I had brought for her. to console you!

"Why not, for goodness sake ?' My roses were very beautiful, and singularly som No, uncle! Money has nothing to do with my “ • Because I don't choose you should do so! because the continced rains of the season had grief !

And without me this marriage cannot take place ! blighted most of those of the neighboring gardens ; Come, tell me your tale?'

Oh, my good, dear uncle !' but I had taken the precaution of sheltering mine "My father has just informed me that I have a “If she loves you, and will promise to wait three by a shed, and they were perhaps the only ones lieutenancy in the regiment !

yearsto be met with in perfection. Madame de Lorgerel “What a dreadful misfortune! One of the most " Three years ?' uttered an exclamation of delight when she saw the gallant regiments in the service. A handsome uni- “Don't argue with me, or I will say four! If she beautiful bouquet. Monsieur Descoudraies said form, and all the officers are men of rank !

will promise to wait three years, you shall join your nothing, but seemed pre-occupied. I looked at him “Uncle, I don't wish to be a soldier !'

regiment—but not at Clermont. I will get you an with surprise, not well able to comprehend the mys- " • How! You don't wish to serve? Do you exchange into one a few leagues from Paris, and terious influence of my yellow roses. Madame de happen to be a coward ?'

you shall come here once every three months until Lorgerel shortly afterwards spoke of something else, “I don't know yet! Nevertheless you are the the expiration of the given time.” and I thought I had been mistaken.

only man whom I would permit to address such a “ But how know whether she loves me ?" Monsieur Descoudraies suddenly burst out laugh- question to me!'

“ How are you to find it out? By asking it to ing, and said :

" Very well, then. Cid, my good friend, why be sure !" “ Would you believe that this bouquet has evoked, don't you wish to be a soldier?'

“Ah, dear uncle, I never dare do so !" as by magic, an entire epoch of my very youthful “ Uncle, because I want to marry!'

“ Then obey your father, and pack up your portdays? For five minutes, I was only in imagination

manteau !" twenty years of age-for five minutes, I became « • There's no oh' in the question ! Uncle, I'm “But you do not know the girl! A hundred again in love with a woman who, if she exists, must in love !'

times I wished to tell her I loved her! I have bit

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terly blamed myself for my timidity ; I tried every- consented, that evening to wear one of the yellow Both of them remained silent. I wished to go, thing to gain courage to speak; I learned my roses in her bosom.

but Monsieur Descoudraies rose. speeches by heart-I wrote piles of letters—but “I shall then dare speak to you,” I said, Madame de Lorgerel took his hand and said : when the moment arrived, the first word I endea- tell you what you must do to secure my happiness; “You are right! We must not let this memory vored to utter choked me, and I began speaking of I dare not say ours !"

of youth in our hearts pass before two old faces like something else. She had so sweet a look and yet “And you put the note in the bouquet ?" asked ours! Let us avoid anything so ridiculous, which 80 stern, that it seemed to me she could never love. Madame de Lorgerel.

would degrade the noble sentiment which will perAs for the letters, it was far worse. At the mo

“Yes, madame !"

haps make us happy the remainder of our lives ! Do ment I attempted to give them I found them so stu

" And then ?"

not return for some days." pid, that nothing appeared diminutive enough to Well, then, in the evening Noëmi had no rose Since that evening, Descoudraies and Madame de tear them into, lest a word should appear against in her bosom! I wanted to kill myself—but my Lorgerel scarcely ever quit each other's society.

uncle carried me off to Clermont. He remained There exists between them a sentiment such as I “Well, but, my boy, you must decide at last, and two months with me, mixed with the young officers never before beheld. They go over together all the for this reason : your father has not confided all to and ended by calming my sorrow and disappoint- minute details of that love which was never explained you ; if he sends you to Clermont, it is because the ment, by proving to me that Noëmi had never

nor expressed ; they have a thousand things to tell loved me." colonel of your regiment is a friend of his, and has a

one another; they love in retrospection ; they would

“ But, uncle,” I said, “ she was, she appeared so much like to be married, but they dare not, so much daughter-and this daughter is destined for you, because it will be a good and rich marriage. But don't happy when I arrived, and reproached me so gently does ridicule often mar our purest wishes.

when I came late !" answer me-I know all this is nothing when we

N. B.—Young ladies, always untie and well er.

“Women,” continued Monsieur Descoudraies,” amine any anonymous bouquet you may receive. love! 'Tis a very stupid thing to think thus and love disinterestedly; but I should be sorry not to

“ love the devotion of all the world ; but there are for a lover is always more agreeable at twenty than have been guilty of so doing. Only men of biased

those they never love! In short, I ended by almost at sixty, and forty years of expectation is really no

Then I married the colonel's joke! minds are incapable of the like. I know the old forgetting her ! call these delusions — but who knows whether it daughter, who died eight years after our marriage ;

WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD. is not they who are self-deceived? The glass which and now I am quite alone ; for my uncle has been diminishes objects is not more true than the one

dead a long time! Would you believe I often think which enlarges them. If she loves you, you should of Noémi? And that which is more serious and

WHEN Love was a child, and went

idling round, sacrifice everything for her: it will be very foolish absurd, I always see her in imagination as a young

'Mong flowers the whole summer's day,

One morn in the valley a bower he found, to do so, but quite right-and you must do it; but girl of seventeen, with her dark-brown hair, and, as

So sweet it allured him to stay. first find out whether she loves you ; and you have my uncle said, her eyes like black-velvet-whereas,

They wish

if living, she must be now an old woman!” an excellent opportunity for doing so.

O'erhead, from the tree, hung a garland fair, “ You don't know what has become of her ?”

A fountain ran darkly beneath ;to make her marry, nephew! You turn pale at this asked Madame de Lorgerel.

'Twas Pleasure had hung up the flow'rets there; idea-you would like to have your odious rival at “No!”

Love knew it, and jumped at the wreath. swords length—is that how you express yourself at present ? Well, then, try and gain a little of this

“Your name, then, is not Descoudraies ?" she But Love didn't know-and, at his weak years, hastily uttered.

What urchin was likely to know? noble courage in the presence of your fair Noëmi. “No-that is the name of the property left me

That Sorrow had made of her own salt tears They want her to marry : you are richer than she,

The fountain that murmured below by my uncle.

My name is Edmund d'Altheim !” but the man they propose to give her to is richer “ So it is !"

He caught at the wreath-with too much haste, than yourself, besides being titled, and quite ready“ How do you know ?"

As boys when impatient will dothe wedding-clothes and presents are so also

It fell in those waters of briny taste, whereas they would be obliged to wait for you. his question, “ what has become of Noëmi!"

“I will tell you,” she added without replying to And the flowers were all wet through. Now go and seek Noëmi; tell her you love her : “Can you ?"

This garland be now wears night and day; she knows it, but it is nevertheless a thing always “Yes she loved you !"

And, though it all sunny appears told. Ask her if she returns your affection, and

With Pleasure's own light, each lear, they say, tell her for she must love you, I am sure-you are “But the yellow rose ?"

Still tastes of the Fountain of Tears. “She did not see the note! Your hasty deparyoung, handsome, and witty ; ask her to promise solemnly to wait three years for you ; but to write it ture caused her many tears; then afterwards she

A LOVER'S FANCY. married Monsieur de Lorgerel !" to me, and I will keep the letter. I will then break “ Monsieur de Lorgerel ?"

WEET Heaven! I do love a maiden, off your marriage with the colonel's daughter, I will “Yes, Monsieur de Lorgerel, whose widow I am


Radiant, rare, and beauty-laden: get your exchange, and, despite your father, in threc to-day !"

When she's near me, Heaven is round me. years—despite the devil and all-you shall marry “What! You--you Noëmi Amelot ?"

Her dear presence doth so bound me, Noëmi!"

I could wring my heart of gladness, "Alas, yes! As truly as you are, and are not

Might it free her lot of sadness ! "Uncle, I've an idea !" like Edmond d'Altheim !”

Give the world, and all that's in it, “Let's hear it?" “Good God! who would ever have thought that

Just to press her hand a minute! “ I'll write to her!” a day could arrive in which we should not recognise

Yet she weeteth not I love her ;

Never dare I tell the sweet “ Just as you please, my boy: only act at once.” une another!"

Tale, but to the stars above her, I quitted my uncle, and went to write my epis- “ Yes, it is strange—is it not? And only reunite

And the flowers that kiss her feet. tle. This was not the most difficult task : I had to play backgammon !"

Oh! to live and linger near her, written fifty letters to her before, though unsent. “ But the bouquet ?"

And in tearful moments cheer her, The most embarrassing circumstance was, to send “ The bouquet is here! I always preserved it.”

I could be a bird, to lighten or give it : nevertheless, as there was no time to be And Madame de Lorgerel went to a cupboard, and

Her dear heart-her sweet eyes brighten ;

Or in fragrance, like a blossom, lost, I made up my mind, and, purchasing a bouquet opening a box in ebony, took out a faded bouquet.

Give my life up on her bosom! of yellow roses, placed the note in the centre of She trembled as she did so.

For my love's withouten measurethem. It is very silly, but I seem even now to live “Untie it-untie it !” said Monsieur Descou- All its pangs are sweetest pleasure; over the time again in memory. After the avowal of draies.

Yet she weeteth not I love her ;

Never dare I tell the sweet my love, I besought her to love me, make me happy She untied the bouquet, and found the note, which Tale, but to the stars above her, and wait three years for me. I implored her, if she had remained hidden there forty-two years.

And the flowers that kiss her feet.

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