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volume 1. 1 & jfaroUg Jlctosiiapcv : Druotctr to ftlterature, aarimlture, fUccnatUca, Education, Jfortifln aw*r Domestic K-utelUsence, &t. j number 47. BY C. R. HANLEITER. IP © E ¥ IS Y “ Mach yet remains unsung For (lie “ Southern Miscellany.” MISANTROPY. Soft is the breeze that murmurs now Amid yon leafless prove, And hushed the toothing, plaintive song Wailed by the tnatelcss dove. Ali nden calm broods o’er the earth While sinks the duy god to his rest; And gathering darkness now invites The laborer to his short repast. “Ait such a time, at such on hour” What ill disturbs the mind ? Ask him hose withered form denotes A stranger to his kind. February 0, 18)3. FINGAL. ®IEiL IE ©T H © TALI@ a THE BRACILIAN BRIDE. Among the nobles vvbo suffered most from the invasion of Portugal, and who followed John VI. across the Atlantic, in search of a safer home in another hemisphere, was the Marquess do Gonsalva. He had married a yoimg and lovely woman to whom he was tenderly attached. She suffered much at the separation from her home and family, and her health failed under the fatigue and privation of the voyage: she had scarcely reached Brazil, ere she diet! in giving birth to a son. The Marquess remained a widower, de voting himself to the care of his child, and the reparation of his ruined fortune. Alonzo was a fine generous-spirited hoy, grateful atul affectionate in his disposition, and very handsome in his person : his clear dark complexion, laughing eyes, and white teeth, were united to a form remarkable for its just proportion and natural gtace. It was on the subject of his education that his father felt most severely the change of his circumstances ; lie could not afford to send him to Europe, hut all the scanty means that Rio de Janeiro supplied, were put in requi sition, and in every respect made the most of. “ What a pity it is,” thought the good Marquess, “ that my hoy, who is beyond all doubt the finest and most talented boy in the country, should lose any advantage that money couid procure. Money, money, where are you to he had I” cried the father, im patiently pacing the room : lie suddenly stopped, and appeared for a full half hour wrapped in thought; then, starting from his reverie, ordered his horse, rode in great haste to the convent of , had a long con ference with his sister the Abbess, returned home, declined an invitation to a hall, and wrote letters the remainder of the evening. A large and important looking packet was addressed to a Portuguese merchant, well known as a man of great wealth, at St. Paul’s. About the time an answer might be expected, the Marquess became anxious and impuiienl; it anived at length ; Alonzo took it to his father, who shut himself up in his room to read it. Presently, Alonzo was called: “ My boy,” said the Marquess, rubbing his hands in great glee ; “how would you like to be mar ried?” Alonzo was just tured seventeen, and therefore answered without a moment’s hesitation, “ Very much indeed, sir !”—and ns he spoke, the bright eyes of Donna Clara, the little peeping foot of Donna Julia, and the seperate perfections of half a dozen other Donnas, glanced in delightful confusion a cross his mind. “ Then married you shall be,” replied his father; “sit down, my son, I have an important communication to make. I need not inform you that we have lost al most the whole of our property, with but very little hope of regaining :t; in fact we are eery poor. I wish you to goto Europe, and for the next few years to have every ad vantage that travel, study, and an introduc tion to the first society can give : I wish you, in short, to take your station in the world, —that station for which your birth and tal ent so eminently fit you : but this wish can not bo accomplished without money; and money, as we are situated, cannot be pro cured, except by—marriage.” A pause : the blood receded from the cheek of Alonzo, but bowing his head, he replied, “ I under stand you sir.” The Marquess proceeded: Senhor Josef Mendez owes rise in life to my father, and much also to me: he is, as you well know, considered the richest indi vidual in Brazil: he has only one child, a daughter, the sole inheritor of his wealth.— 1 have proposed a marriage between you and her, frankly offering the fair barter of rank on one 6ide for wealth on the other. I believed it to he the secret wish of his heart that his daughter should be ennobled by marriage ; gratitude unites with pride, and he has accepted my offer with the utmost eagerness. It is arranged that we instant ly proceed to St. Paul’s where the ceremo ny will take place: from thence you start fur England. My worthy friend, Mr. Mot daunt, will meet you at Falmouth, I write to him by this next packet, offering him so handsome an income, that I have no doubt whatever he will become your tutor, guide, and companion, during your five years of travel and study. At the expiration of that time, you will return to your home and friends—your bride, and father. I pray on ly that I may not be snatched away before that happy moment arrives; I shall then die in peace!” The father and son embraced with emotion. “ But—” said Alonzo, hesi tatingly : “ but—the lady, sir ?” “ True— the lady,” replied the Marquess; “why— your lady is but a child at present —she has not yet completed her thirteenth year, 3nd I regret to say (the Marquess tried to look grave,) her health is considered delicate: however, in all that personally regards ha; I confess I am rather deficient in informa tion.” Preparations were speed ily made for their departare. Alonzo, who was an universal favouiitc, took leave of all his young friends with a heavy heart; they merely knew he was going to St. Paul’s and from thence to Europe; his intended marriage was a se cret His last visit was to his aunt, the Abbess. “ May the saints protect you, son of my bro ther!” cried the good lady; “ Alonzo, thou art the last support and representative of our ancient and noble house ; blessed be the chance that brings it back to wealth and in dependence ! But remember, Alonzo, thou takest upon thee a duty most delicate and most difficult towards the hand that bestows these blessings. There is no good in this world without its attendant evil: may thy golden chains lie lightly on thee 1” They embarked, and in a few days reach ed St. Paul’s. They were met on board by Senhor Josef, a little elderly man, shrewd and active, with a long queue,Jcocked hat, brown dress-coat, and a flowered waistcoat. His joy and pride w ere almost too great for words, and for once in his life natural feel ing swept away his whole routine of com pliment ; which is saying a great deal for an old Poituguese. The house of Senhor Josef was situated in the centre of the town, and was not at all distinguished from its neighbors, either in its outside or inside appearance; comfort had made less progress here than even at Rio. A heavy, dull looking building, with large white-washed rooms, a few of them only matted : rows of old fashioned chairs ranged round the wall, or projecting in two stiff’ rows from the ends of a venerable look ing sofa ; a couple of small tables, to match, looked at each other from exactly opposite sides, and were ornamented with artificial flowers somewhat faded, in vases: a French clock in a glass case, old massive silver can dlesticks, with candles ready to light, deco rated with wreaths of white cut paper; such was the appearance of the grand sala of the wealthiest man in Brazil. They were met at the entrance by a little, dark, fat, good humored Senhora, arrayed in stiff flowered satin, whom Senhor Josef introduced as his sister Theresa. She gave Alonzo a hearty smack on each cheek, and led him into the sala, where presently a small table was brought in by two neatly dressed black damsels, covered with cakes and very fine fruit. While Alonzo was pay ing his compliments to these delicacies, the two fathers were talking apart: “ The ship sails to-morrow,” said the Marquess : “ it is very soon,” and he sighed; “ but, as you observe we had better not lose the opportu nity.” “ Much better not,” replied Senhor Jo sef : “ every thing is arranged: licence from the bishop, the priest, and the witness es ; all can be completed in ati hour from this time.” “ And your daughter ?” “ Why, my lord, you know Isabella is but a child and a sickly child ; she has been sad ly spoiled and petted, and, in consequence of her ill health and my numerous avoca tions, her education has been somewhat neglected, however, we must begin to make up for lost time.” “ Well, Senhor,” said the Marquess, with a sort of effort, “ the sooner the business is finished the belter.” Senhor Josef whis pered to his sister, and they both left the room. The Marquess then informed Alon zo that the ceremony would take place in stantly, and that to morrow he would leave for Europe. The Marquess also thought it prudent to prepare his son for the appear ance of his hride, and after having repeated what her father had stated, he continued ; “ Promise me, Alonzo, to conceal as much as possible any unfavorable emotion she may excite: remember we have set our fate upon this cast!” “ We have indeed, sir!” said Alonzo gravely; “ but the sacrifice is great.” By this expression, Alonzo did not mean that he or his rank was sacrificed, although his more worldly father put this interpretation on his words ; no—the natural integrity, and yet unsullied freshness of his youthful feel ings, told him that he was selling his honor and independence, and what youth prizes so much in perspective, free choice in his wedded love. They retired to their seperate half-fur nished bedrooms to make some alteration in their dress ; which was scarcely completed when a request arrived that they would meet Senhor Josef in his private room. Thither they went, arid found him with a notary, a priest, and two witnesses. A deed was handed over to the Marquess to read, by which a very handsome settlement was made on his son ; the Marquess expressed his gratitude, and Alonzo kissed the hand of his new father; the deed was signed and seal ed, and copies put in their possession. Sen hor Josef’s will was next read, in which, after providing for his sister, and bequeath ing to her the only house he had, (their pre sent residence,) the rest of his immense for- MADISON, MORGAN COUNTY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 18, 1843. tune he settled exclusively on bis daughter. He also expressed his intention to make all fixed and sure by winding up his mercan tile concerns before the return of Alonzo; but no land would he purchase ; he was a wore that a large hereditary estate in Port ugal belonged by light to the Marquess, which in all probability De would possess in peace before he died. These interesting arrangements being completed, the party were requested to pro ceed to their oratory, where the marriage ceremony was to take place. Both the father and the son felt sad mis givings on the subject of the bride herself, and it was with a throbbing heart that Alon zo, especially, approached the oratory: his father, yet apprehensive of the final events, whispered emphatically, “ Senhor Josef has performed his part nobly; eh, roy son ! for my sake struggle to support yours.” Alon zo pressed his father’s hand, but his heart was too full to answer. Although the day shone brightly through the arched and smali-naned windows of the oratory, it was, as usual in catholic chapels on occasions of ceremony, lighted with a great number of huge wax candles, which produced a most disagreeable effect. Two rows of slaves, male and female, were drawn up on each side; the priest and witnesses took their stations ; as did Alonzo and the Marquess. Senhor Josef had gone for his sister aud daughter. A few painful minutes elapsed. At length a scuffle was heard in the passage, and “ Non quero ! non quero /” was shrieked out by a weak hut shrill female voice. A moment afterwards Senhor Josef appeared with his sister, actually dragging in a thin, dark, lanky form, that was making all the op position it was capable of, by biting, scratch ing, and screanrng. The father and aunt were assisted by four young mulatto fe males, whose disordered white dress, and floweis falling from their heads, showed but too clearly in what desperate service they had been engaged. The girl herself was dressed in thickly-worked Indian muslin, trimmed with rich lace, but which accord ing to the Portuguese tase, was nearly as yellow as her own complexion : in her ears and round her neck were clumsily set dia monds of great value ; her hair they had at tempted to dress in vain, and it fell over her shoulders, long, straight, and black. Anger and mortification were deeply impressed on the countenance of her father and aunt: and all present looked dismayed. But pror Alonzo! his blood ran cold; he actually sickened—and nothing but the imploring look of his father prevented him rushing from the oratory. When fairly placed in the centre of the circle the girl shook her self free, and threw back her disordered hair; she was pauling with rage and exer tion evidently beyond her strength; she glanced first on the Marquess, and then turned her eyes steadily on Alonzo. Every one was wondering, what would happen next; when to their surprise and relief, af ter a look and childish stare, she stepped up quietly and placed herself beside him. The priest, who knew her well, lost not the fa vorable moment, ami instantly commenced the service. She went through it with per fect composure, every now and then turning round to look at her companion. Once did Alonzo raise: his eyes to meet hers, —lint his fell, as if avoiding the gaze of a basilisk : he visibly shrunk as he touched her cold and skinny hand—in short he could not conceal the agony he suffered. Nevertheless, the ceremony came to its conclusion, and with a sort of convulsive effort he turned to sa lute his bride. But she had already reach ed the door, (no one thought proper to pre vent her,) —there she stopped, and once again fixed her very large, black, and fear fully brilliant eyes upon Alonzo: their ex pression was changed, it was no longer the same as at the altar; but what that expres sion was, Alonzo, though haunted by it for years after, could never make out. The party left the oratory. The Mar quess was the first to recover his composure, and conversed freely on indifferent topics until dinner was announced. Senhora The resa made an apology for her neice, who, she said, was too unwell to join them. They sat down to a repast more abundant than el egant ; and the gloom quickly disappeared from every countenance but one. In the evening, the fathers had a long conference over their coffee: and Alonzo, availing himself of the excuse his intended early embarkation provided, retired for the night to his chamber. After a light and hurried breakfast on the following morning, he prepared to depart. The Senhora expressed her deep regret that Isabella was not sufficiently recovered, after the agitating scene of the preceeding day, to take leave of him personally; but—and the good Senhora was proceeding with a string of apologies, when Alonzo impatient ly interrupted hei by placing in her hand a morocco case containing a set of pink topaz of the latest London fashion, which he had brought from Rio as a present for bis bride. He mumbled something about the Senhora presenting it ir. his name, as it appeared he could not have the honor of offering it him self. Away went the aunt with her prize, and returned in a few minutes with a ring containing one deep-yellow diamond of val ue enough to purchase a dozen of his pink topaz sets, and this was given with many fine speeches from his biide, made up by the Senhora with the felicity of her sex on such occasions. After receiving the blessings of his new relatives, he went on board accompanied by the Marquess, who look leave of him with the greatest affection; giving him of course much wise counsel, mixed with the heartiest congratulations on his good fortune: but not one word was breathed by either con cerning her who was at once the maker and marrer of all—the rivet to those golden links, without which, indeed, they would have lain lightly enough. The Marquess was a man of much tact; he felt that any thing he could say on this delicate subject must be wrong. A few weeks brought Alonzo to Falmouth, where he was met by Mr. Mordaunt, his tu tor. They proceeded together to the Con tinent, where it was arranged they should spend three years in travel and study ; the two remaining years were to be devoted en tirely to England. Mr. Mordaunt was admirably calculated for the office assigned to him, and soon be came affectionately attached to his pupil. Three delightful years flew rapidly by. The most interesting spots in France, Ger many, and sacred Italy were visited. The study of the best authors in each language : that of the history, government, manufac tures, and works of art, of each country ; to gether with the acquaintance of the most eminent men—all contributed to exalt and enrich the highly gifted mind of Alonzo, and to fill his heart with the noblest sentiments of benevolence and patriotism. During this time he might have been pronounced among the happiest of mortals—but in his overflow ing cup one black and Bitter drop was min gled. Mr. Mordaunt had been made aware of Alonzo’s marriage, and of all the circum stances attending it, by the Maiquess. In the first letter Alonzo received from his aunt, the Abbess, were these words : “ The only chance you have of domestic peace, (happiness is perhaps out of the question,) in your peculiar circumstances, is lo guard your heart with the most vigilant care: if once that treasure pass into the possession another, guilt and misery will attend you through life. I repeat to you again and a gain, guard your heart /” This letter was handed to his tutor, who, poiutiiig to the hist sentence, said emphatically, “ Jet that be your watchword.” During his residence on the Continent, his time and attention were too much occu pied, his change of residence too frequent, to allow of his affections being at any time in danger. And, beside the observing eye of Mr. Mordaunt, and the watchword of the reverend Abbess, it must be noticed that the young Don was not of that highly inflamma ble nature, which the sparkle of an eye, the smile of a rosy lip, or the touch of a delicate haud, could ignite in an instant. But Mr. Mordaunt perfectly agreed with the Abbess in opinion that if ever h e loved, it would be deeply, passionately, and therefore to him —fatally. At the appointed time they arrived in England: and a year end a half had been passed, with the highest advantage and im provement, in traveling through that extra ordinary country, and in visiting Scotland. The last six months they were to spend in London : and, alas ! the dreadful evil, from a quarter so little suspected that even Mr. Mordaunt appeared to he thrown off his guard, approached ; and the God of love was, as a poet would say, amply avenged for the sacrilege that had been perpetrated in performing the sacred bands of Hymen. Alonzo was at the opera with his friend the Brazilian Charge d’ Affaires. He thought, as he looked round, that he had never been in any public place of amuse ment where the sex showed to so much ad vantage as at the English Opera; the ab sence of crowd, the light not too glaring, the superb dresses, contributed, he supposed, to produce this effect. He observed the Charge attentively viewing through his glass some person in an opposite box, aud he fancied many other glasses were pointed in the same direction : he looked also, and his eye immediately rested on one of the most beau tiful young women he thought he had ever seen; there was that peculiar something, however, in her complexion, style, and dress, which marked her as a foreigner. “ Who is that 1” said he to the Charge; “ she looks French or Spanish.” “ Neither,” said the Charge, exultingly, “she is one of us—Brazilian 1” “Indeed!” exclaimed Alonzo, in an ac cent of suprise and pleasure. “ Have you not heard of her V’ asked his friend : “ she is called the beautiful Brazil ian, and is the novelty of the season, making sad havoc in the hearts of her English ad mirers. She has come out under the aus pices of the Countess of Godolphin, the la dy next her.” “ What is her name ?” “Donna Viola de Montezuma.” “ The name is noble,” observed Alonzo, “ but I do not recollect it at at Rio.” “ Her family is settled in the north of Bra zil: she herself, however, has just come from Rio, with her duenna and suite, to fin ish her education. She is ari heiress, and is reported to be engaged in Portugal. Would you like to go round 1 I will introduce you.” “ If you pleaseand away they went. The Charge first introduced Alonzo to the Countess and then presented him as a fellow-countryman to the beautiful Brazil ian. She received him with the most mark- I ed pleasure, and made a seat for him beside her. “ I am indeed most happy to become ac quainted with you, Don Alonzo,” said she, “ if it were only to express lo you the affec tion I feel for your clear aunt the Abbess, in whose convent I have been some time a res ident, and from whom I hare received all the care and love of a mother —indeed, I owe her very much.” “ Her love and care at least seemed to have been well bestowed,” replied Alonzo : “ did you also know may father I” “ Intimately ; and I may also venture to say that I know you, so much have 1 heard of you from the Marquess and your aunt; I am sure no son or nephew was ever more beloved.” Alonzo sighed as he recollected that nei ther of them had mentioned this lady in their letters; the reason was obvious—aud he felt a pang more acute than usual when he looked on her lovely and intelligent coun tenance —glanced over a figure that appear ed to him perfection, and listened to her live ly and natural remarks—then compared her with that one of whom he could scarcely en dure in any w ay to think. The next morning, he mentioned to Mr. Mordaunt, as carelessly as he could, liis in troduction ot the preceding evening. “ 1 have heard of that lady,” observed Mr. Mordaunt. “ She is a good specimen of your country-women —does great credit to Brazil, and would make, I dare say, an ex cellent English marriage, if she were not al ready engaged.” “ She is really then engaged 1” inquired Alonzo. “ Decidedly—to a Portuguese nobleman: this has been published as much as possible to keep lovers at a distance.” “ Well,” thought Alonzo, “ as she is en gaged, and I mariied, there can be no dan ger :” and that very evening (for the lady, he understood, was not permitted to receive morning visiters,) beheld him at the Coun tess’s. An intimacy soon sprung up between them, as was natural bet ween persons of the same age and station, in a foieigu country. There was no one that Viola was, orappear ed, half so pleased to see as Don Alonzo. She had always anew song to sing to him, anew drawing to show to him, or anew book to recommend. She was fondofehess, and many a happy moment did he spend while the Countess was engaged at her whist. But never in bis eyes was she so fascinating as when, passing the black rib bon of her guitar over her shoulder, she ac companied herselfin their own beautiful na tional melodies; her voice was exquisitely sweet and clear; the execution finished aud graceful. At those moments an exclusive affinity appeared to exist between them ; al though there might be, and often were, nu merous other listeners and admirers, it was his eye only that she sought for approval. They met frequently at public places, and also at other houses. Viola was a beautiful dancer, and he felt proud (he knew not why for it was nothing to him,) of the admiration she excited. Sometimes he waltzed with her, and with a beating heart caught here and there a halfvvhispei from the spectators —“The two Brazilians—an interesting cou ple, are they not ?” It was thought better that Viola, on ac count of her peculiar situation, should con tinue to observe, although in England, the strict form of her own national manners.— Immediately after dancing she leturned to the side of the Countess or her clisperone; she never went out for exercise except when so accompanied, and she never receiv ed any visiter except in such presence.— These ariangemetits gave great satisfaction to Alonzo, (he did not know why, for it was rothing to him,) although he frequently suf fered by them. “ Guard your heart V’ conscience whis- I pered to Alonzo. Alas! his heuit had es- I taped—but he guarded his manners, and they were the next best security : he tried to watch even bis very eyes: he never flirt ed, he never complimented ;in fact,he suc ceeded so well, that the Countess and Mr. Mordaunt appeared to have up suspicion; but he could not deceive hirmelf, and he was not quite sure that he deceived Viola. Time glided by unheeded : the London season was near its close, when, one morn ing at breakfast, Mr. Mordaunt observed, “ Well, Alonzo, time gets on, we are now in July, and before the end ot October you must be safely landed at Rio. We must secure your passage in the next month’s packet.” All this was well known and fully expect ed, yet did the intimation astound Alonzo. “ So soon ! can it lie possible !” The same evening they were en famille at the Countess’s; the whist and chess ta bles were arranged as usual. “ What ate you thinking of, Don Alonzo, to mcke such a move as that V’ inquired Viola : “ you are a little absent —out of spirits this evening.” “ I ought not to be so,” said Alonzo, try ing to rally, “ for we have been busy all day planning and arranging about our voyage home.” “ Indeed !” said Viola. Alonzo thought she sighed : certainly she in her turn made a false move. Soon after, a servant euter ed with a case of jewels belonging to Viola, w hich had returned from being repaired ; while lookiug at them Alonzo observed, that she was not a little envied by the Lon don belles for the splendor ot her jewels. WM. TANARUS, THOMPSON, EDITOR. “ How comes it,” said she, “ that I nev er see you wear any ornaments, not even a ring 1 Our young Brazilian beaux are nat urally so fond of these decorations. “ I assure you,” said Mr. Mordaunt, look ing off bis cards, “ Don Alonzo has one of the most superb rings I ever saw—a single yellow diamond of great value.” Alonzo felt irritated, he scarcely knew why, and replied in a bitter sarcastic tone, quite unusual with him—“ Yes, I have a yellow diamond, indeed, that I never wish to see, or to show to any one else.” The words were scarcely out of his mouth before he felt their impropriety. “ Draw your card, my lady, if you please,” said M,r. Mordaunt. “ Check,” cried Alonzo, and with an ef fort looked at Viola. She was leaning on her band ; and her large, black, and brilliant eyes, with their long up-turned lashes were fixed on his. lie started at the look—why or wherefore lie could not imagine. The eyes were wiihdiawn, and the game con tinued. A few evenings after, he was leading her from a dance to place her as usual by the side of the Countess; they bad to traverse three or four crowded rooms before they could reach the one where her lady-ship was seated at whist; they moved very slowly and loiteiingly along, seemingly in no great hurry to arrive at their destination. “ Are you really going to leave us next month, Don Alonzo 1” “ Really—and VeaDonnaViola, what be comes of you 1” “ I go to Portugal.” “ And there?” said Alonzo in an inquiring tone. “0, there ue shall not remain long; our Brazilian property will tequire our pres ence.” “ Then we shall meet again,” said Alon zo eagerly. “ I hope so— I dare say, in a few months.” “ Well, that is some comfort!” and he seemed to respire more freely; then after a pause—“ but 1 shall never again meet Vio la /” “ But Viola, Don Alonzo,” she replied fiimly, “ will meet you as she has always met you ; what she has been, she will con tinue to be—your sincere and affectionate friend.” “ Thank you, Viola, thank you !- but pray do not speak another word to me just now.” He placed her in her 6eat, and with out looking at her, turned away and left the house. Mr. MorJauut bad accepted the pressing invitation of Alonzo to accompany him to Brazil: ihcir passage was taken and their preparations well forward. Alonzo paid his farewell visits, mid did all that was ne cessary on the occasion, with the most per fect composuie A passage was also taken for Viola and her suite in the Lisbon Packet, and the day w as fixed for her leaving town for Falmouth. The day following was decided on by Alon zo for the same purpose, but this he man aged to conceal from her. The morning before her departure, he called on the Countess. “ You are come to take leave of Donna Viola,” said her lady ship. “ No, I am not, I come to take leave of you, (for 1 also am on the eve of quitting Loudon,) and to thank you for all your kiud attention.” “ But why r.ot of’Viola 1” said the Count ess ; “ she will he so disappointed.” “ It is better 1 should not.” “ But what am I to say to her 1” inquired she. “ Precisely what I have just said— that it is better I should not.” The Countess returned no reply; aud with all good wishes on each aide, they parted. The weather was beautiful, and Mr. Mor daunt appeared to enjoy his journey exceed ingly ; but Alonzo was absorbed in thought and it was only now aud then, when Mr. Movdaunt touched upon his approaching meeting with his father and his old Rio friends, that Alonzo could be roused for a moment. At the inns too he occasionally heard something that attracted his silent at tention, of the beautiful young foreigner who had passed the day before. They arrived at Falmouth in the morning to breakfast. With a beating heart, Alon zo inquired concerning the foreign lady and the Lisbon Packet: the lady had gone on board the evening before, and the Lisbon and Rio packets were to sail on the follow ing morning. After breakfast, the two gentlemen were engaged superintending the embarkation of their servants and baggage, and having ta ken au early dinner, went on board. It was a lovely evening. Alonzo glano ed at the merry and busy town of Falmouth, the numerous vessels, and the broad Allan tic, which lay stretched out before him : then his eye fixed, as though there were nothing else worth looking at, on the small vessel that lay nearest to him. He sudden ly lefl his station, descended into a boat, and was in a few minutes on board. In the outer cabin he met the duenna, who looked very much surprised at seeing him ; but without speaking, threw open the door of the after cabin; lie entered, and the door closed behind him, Viola lay on a concb, apparently absorb ed in reading: the noise-startled her, and she looked up; but nothing can express the