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Dcyutcti to Citcratuvc, Science, and 3.vt, tljc Sons of Qtanpcramc, <Di>& JTcllott>sl)ip, ittasonvn, anb ©ciural jhitclligcnct. VOLUME I. OKI SIS A fc VAIBS . CAROLINE LASCELLES, •R, “THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEAN'S.*’ ST Miff *UIN *. iTUART. CHAPTER I. It was a glorious sun-set, and the last rays of the (lav-god seemed to linger lovingly on the bright'flowers, giving them a radiance and a beauty not iheir own. Oil! it was indeed a lovely scene, and L wish you could have stood where 1 did, to gaze upon it. The old-fashioned mansion half palace, half cottage —with its marble pil lars, and vet lonely roof; its festoons of multi fiora, woodbine and jasmine, clinging and turn ing around it, veiling deformities, and throwing out the whiteness of its pillars and fa gride. and the darkness of its “ time honored ” eaves in bold contrast, mellowed by the ever cheerful green of foliage. And those two figures, in their cloud-like, float ing muslins, half sitting, half reclining, on the broad window seat, were in keeping with the rich beauty of the scene. What a gladsome, joyous face, is that of the younger of the two; and how graceful the motion with which she throws back her soft, sunny ringlets, of light brown, which, j catching the sun’s last rays, are gilded and glis tening as if powdered with gold, and how be -1 witching the glance with which she lifts those glorious, hazel eyes, to her companion, who, though in fact, hut two years her senior, appears much older, from the pensive gravity of her face. That face, I would not have you think was (troubled and agitated, as if the dark cloud of affliction was noiv upon it, but rather the shadow of the storm that had been. No! though not so bright, so gleeful as tlie younger one, it was a (]uiet, sober beauty —a face which we love when m trouble, fall of sympathy and of feeling—and Uie voice too, was soft and sweet, as she checked the somewhat angry exclamation of her cousin, Caroline Lascelles. tShame on you! cousin Leonore, to love him still V’ “No, no! Carry, you are mistaken. Believe me, 1 <!o not low him ; and yet 1 could not bring nnsclt to do as you sav. * Indeed, indeed, Coz;” the added more earnestly, as Caroline, still doubt pgi\ shook her head, and looked up mischievously ier ’ “indeed 1 do not, let me explain, if you an . 4 u- f Paving listener so long.” L>l ‘ • C'Oz, as’tis you who are the talker this ! ITIe ’ { ihe listener, i’ll even tolerate it for e ; sa kc ot novelty. But, like a good story-teller, 0e g Jn at the beginning.” l 153 novv tw o years since, and I, but “ sweet when full of fun and frolic, as you *re now, I Went ()n , ri y long anticipated visit to * \ Unt * asnn in the city. It is needless to tell seen ldt d T B ° llr v iH n o e beaux, 1 had never fctmed “ 10 C come U P To the beaux ideal lively u rniU( i S() seventeen found me a which h'ia aUIIC with an affectionate heart, which own other love besides that and yourself ° av t;U l)er, mother, brother llarrv of vounrr ’ Sweet C °z. Aunt Mason was fond J2l ,T P!my ’ Bnd ber house was always *Twas there U ° n for the beaux and belies, told von Ii Il j S ! - Saw George Lester, and, as 1 a bare ’ L h ' m -. He was poor,-had only He was nf? 11 ] Jls profession to depend on. talks, to K-n ‘Attendant at our rules, our M } oht k als to concerts, and my time glided su^ ll y for three months, when the i hence ca me. For the first time Ine, i liacl & P oken love a ftose iJr Ks actions, but had not yet given jpot have and action,s words,—Cousin Carry tho nCVer a °d f pray you may never ai chas ln | Xl ° US ’ wear y in g thoughts and doubts t L SCci one another, so rapidly though my ’ week before my departure. Well! as I said before, the last day came, and my aunt in tended to give me a party to bid farewell to my new friends. Hope reigned in my heart, for he would certainly come. The evening crept slowly on. Never before was my glass so anxiously con sulted ; never before was I so doubtful of my powers to please ; and as “ manna in the wilder ness,” fell on my greedy ear, my kind aunt’s praises, and Carry, dearest, my hopes were real ized to the full; we were engaged that evening, and to correspond until he could come and claim me from my parents. The next morning, l left the city, and the first week at home passed te diously enough, for 1 was expecting a letter from him. You know, dearest, what it is to have “hope deferred,” when a letter from a loved one is in question. Oh! y T ou need not blush, for my brother Harry is a noble fellow, cousin mine, and ’tis not his fault if every mail does not bring you one of his lengthy epistles, but he and they are obliged to wait for ships “homeward bound.” It is sad for me to tell and you to hear, how weeks grew into months, and those into years, and vet in all that wearying time I have neither seen him nor has he written. I could hear, from my aunt, of his hovering around some new star then shi ning in their fashionable world ; and yet still fond ly I made excuses for his neglect, ascribing it to motives, that would honor instead of debasing him, till 1 perlbrce was convinced of his unworthi ness. The struggle was indeed hard, Caroline, but l nerved myself to it. I destroyed every memento of happier days, I forbade myself every thought of him, and 1 now tell you in sober ear nestness and in truth that I grieve only at my own waste of affection, and my clothing in such god-like garb, a poor mortal, whom as a Christian, L must pity. No! cousin, truly Ido not love Aim, but I know that I shall never love another.” “And I, cousin Leonore, would never rest till 1 had his heart—if he had one, whCb 1 doubt — completely in my power, to use as J would.” “ Could you, Carry, if my brother should change, could you play this game of winning, to make sport of his feelings ?” “ Yes, Leonore, on my word I Would, did it break mv own heart in so doing. But do not mention them together, for day is not more op posed to darkness than Harry Vernon to George Lester.” “ When does Aunt Mason expect you, Carry ?” “Say us, Leonore.” “No, 1 do not wish to leave home at this time, you must spend your three months with her as promised —alone.” Lee. do you think I am beautiful ?” ’“Why, Carry, what a question ! could you only see the blush that is now mantling your cheek, as you ask it, you yourself would think the an swer needless-. But why do you ask ? lam sure mv brother Harry thinks you the realization of a poet’s dream of beauty.” “But I want your candid opinion, I without vanity think 1 am pretty, but mere preftiness does not answer now. Many, 1 have been told, call me beautiful. Am l?” “\ou are, indeed, Carry, what judges may call a brilliant beauty. But you are more lovely yet, dear one, to those who know you as we do; yours are the charms ot the heart too.” ’ “ Would it give you one pang, dearest cousin, if, in my sojourn at my aunt’s, I should w.n your recreant knight?” . r “No; bat would it not raise the jealousy ot a certain Lieutenant in the Navy, it on his return from an eighteen months’ cruize, he should find that, in his absence, his “ lady love had been Hitting * pour passer It terns. r “Psha! Leonne, Harry would understand my motive, will you keep my secret, if you will not bid me ‘God speed?” , > . “Yes; but cousin, do not do this thing, tis beneath a woman to coquet, and how know you that you may not be caught in the snare with which vou seek to entrap others.” SAVANNAH, GA.. THURSDAY, JULY 5, 1849. “ I’ll take my chance, Leonne, I think my motive', in this instance, hallows the act. To slight you, so lovely, so loving, so good. Come tell me his failings? I would know the weak points of the garrison I intend to storm.” “I will not aid you, Caroline.” “Is he musical*? does he like a woman to be an independant or a dependant being? one who will scream at the sight of a spider, or faint when a poor mouse looses his way ? I shall have to practise some musical screams, cousin mine, bat the huntings! ah! there’s the rub.” “ One thing T will tell you, Caroline, which no ear has e/er heard from m/ lips. ’ fts his speech rel ative to myself; ‘7 like not a heart too easily yielded .” “The miscreant! Well, I’ll promise him, coz. he’ll never have to complain of me in that respect, for l carry a talisman, to guard my heart, were his power seven-fold. But, there goes the tea bell.” CHAPTER 11. “And at the party, to-night, I suppose Miss Caroline Lascelles, will undoubtedly bear away the palm from all rivals;” said her pleased uncle Mason, ns she descended into their drawing-room, preparatory to accompanying her uncle to Mrs. Gordon’s soiree. And he might well hazard the remark; for never did eye rest on a more beautiful creature. With the light, silkv curls, soft and glossv as an infant’s; her splendid eyes, delicate features and rich complexion ; her lovely form, with its simple# beautiful dress of white satin, and withal, the gladsome, child-like glee of voice and step. hffie might well challenge the world for a rival, anti Carry knew too she was beautiful ; but, the knowledge only seemed to make her more tdeas ed, with those around her to make her so self possessed, so sure of praise and welcome, that her very insouciance of attention secured it for her. Her temper and wilfulness was shewn in a thousand mischievous and winning ways, which always won her pardon, even from the offended. She seemed to have an intuitive knowledge of character, also, which could enable her to accom modate herself to a person, almost at once. Mrs. Gordon’s rooms were well filled when she arrived; and she as a stranger, of course, created quite a sensation. “That beautiful girl! look, dancers, who is she? whence did she come?” cried George Les ter, of Mrs. Gordon’s son-in-law, who was near him. “ Miss Lascelles, niece of Leonard Mason.” “Do you know her ? will you introduce me?” were the next exclamations. “ Certain! v. Do vou intend to add her name mJ to your list of wounded.” “ dele Jaraima possible; but I only fear to be mortally wounded myself.” The introduction was accordingly given ; and Lester, delighted by her wit and vivacity, and charmed by her beauty, remained near her alt the evening, though his share of her attention was barely* sufficient, to make him think he had made an agreeable impression. And at other lime she seemed so entirely pleased and absorbed with others as to pique him by an appearance ot utter indifference. As early as etiquette would allow, Dr. Lester called on Miss Lascelles, and so morning after morning found him atrMr. Mason’s, planning some amusement for the afternoon or next day, which could ensure his meeting with her, either as an escort or one of her party. - Let Caroline’s letter to her cousin Leonore, about tbis time, speak for her. “A month here to-day! dearest Leonore, and though 1 have passed the time, if I may say so, in a perfect whirl of city amusements, yet, in deed, it seems an age since I have seen my sweet cousin, and my dear, good uncle and aunt, they are all extremely kind to me here. Uncle and Aunt Mason seem so pleased, and so proud that my beauty should create such a sensation. And I, Coz, 1 suppose you think, must he lifted into the third heavens by this homage to mrs beaux yeux. Not so,-dearest Leonore; I would rather have an approving smile from your dear home ones, and one look from you know who, than a thousand com pliments from this crowd of worldlings, and vet you should see how 1 seem to enjoy it. 1 am never weary of their parties, they think my heart is in them only. Ah ! that reminds me 1 have seen your George Lester. lie lives here , almost, and you should see him, indeed, he has magnifi cent eyes, though but he does look so loving at me wi;h them sometimes, that 1 have no tittle trouble to keep myself from downright laughter. And vanity too! my masters, Coz, how could you have ever loved a vain man V I Hatter him so nicety, not bv words of course, for the man has sense, but by implication. He also tries to flatter me, by treating me differently from the others. I know he wishes to call mv imagination to my aid, and see a “ love case but not so, Master George, sometimes, however, I make believe, ns we used to say, that 1 am delighted, that be should be the beaux and none other ; and just when he thinks my heart is all his own, I play “ digni ty” so grandly. No scolding now, Coz, for 1 am giving him what he likes — variety. You see I have found his failing. The other evening, for’ instance, 1 premeditatedly accepted some atten tion from another gentleman in company, which he commences to t hink, he alone, has the right to pay, and he sought an eclaircissement; began a sort of a lover’s quarrel—You should have seen the astonishment in my eyes, dearest, at his pre sumption. lam sure it was quite n tragedy stare, from the effect produced on the poor man, who started back, and half uttered an apology. I enacted, the ‘cool’ for a few days and he was very humble, so* I restored him to favor again# l expect he is rather hopeless, and puls himself by comparison, in the same state with the poor frog, in the puzzle, who you know jumped two steps forward, and fell three back. But enough of this foolishness, 1 must to bed. 1 wish these thee months were over, Coz, and then 1 should be at the dear, dear Cottage, and then dear Henry would be there: and then, and thin —you may scold me well when I come. Love and kisses to aunt, uncle and yourself, from your own affec tionate.” * CARRY. Another month has elapsed, and the affair is no longer doubtful, at least on Dr. Lester’s part ; but, as^Carry’s letter has spoken for her, so let his own, to one of his intimate friends, about this time, tell rhe state of his feelings : “ Hear John—“ Caught at last,” as you sav in your letter. Yes,’tis no joke now, John, caught at last.! 1 dwell on these words; they seem to ring the knel 1 of my bachelor days, for I’ve come to the serious consideration of ending all my pre tended affairs of the heart, and settling down* into a sober benedict, and with one, as poor as myself, too, John, there’s wonder ! is it not ? But van should see her, and I need no explanation* The lovliest, the very lovliest little charmer that ever eye rested on; and what is more, with all her shyness and pettish way of concealing the great ‘secret , she loves me —and I am one, you know, who agrees \sith the poet, when he says : *• So she be not fa r for me Wiiat care I how fair she be !” I have not, as yet, as they say popped the question, but you know one can find out such things some times, without asking for information ; and you must allow, my friend I have had some considera ble experience in that way. is so surrounded by beaux, that I can never have the opportunity I wish for since making up my mind to marry her. But there’s plenty of time yet, as 1 see her every day and feel happy in the innate consciousness of her loving me. I have sometimes thought she avoided me, and would write, but have heard her’ say, “no one who has the gift of speech, should’ ever Sddress a lady by letter”—and a lover should NUMBER IS*