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" ' Thank you , thank you ! You speak honestly and frankly—that is something for a woman , ' muttered Harold ; and then there was a long , awkward pause . Oh , how one poor heart ached the while ! At last , fearing lest her silence annoyed him , Olive took courage to say , ' You were going to talk to me about Heidelberg . Do so now ; that is , if you are not angry with me , ' she added , with a little deprecatory soothing in her manner . "It seemed to touch him . 'Angry ! how could you think so ? I am never angry with you . But what do you desire to hear about Heidelberg;—whether I am going , and when ? Do you then wish—I mean , advise me to go ? '
" ' Yes , if it is for your good ! If leaving Harbury would give you rest on that one subject of which we never speak . ' ** ' But of which I , at least , think night and day , and never without a prayer—( I can pray now)—for the good angel who brought light into my darkness , ' said Harold , solemnly . ' That comfort is with me , whatever else may But you wanted to hear about Heidelberg ? ' " ' Yes ; tell me all . You know I like to hear . ' " ' Well , then , I have only to decide , and I might depart immediately . Mine would be a safe , sure course ; but , at the beginning , I might have a hard struggle . I do not like to take any one to share it . ' " * Not your mother , who loves you so ? *
"' No , because her love would be sorely tried . "We should be strangers in a strange land ; perhaps poverty would be added to our endurance ; I should have to labour unceasingly , and my temper might fail . These are hard things for a woman to bear / " ' Oh , you do not know what a woman ' s affection is !' said Olive , earnestly . ' How could she be desolate when she had you with her ! Little would she care for being poor ! And if , when sorely tried , you were bitter at times , the more need for her to soothe you . We women can bear all things for those we love . ' " « Is it so ? ' Harold said , thoughtfully , his countenance changing , and his voice becoming soft as he looked upon her . * Do you think any woman—I mean my mother , of course—would love me with this love ? '
' what if they should live on thus for years , and nevei marry ? "What if he should die ?' " ' Die !' " Yes . If so , far better that he should never have spoken—that his secret should go down with him to the grave . ' " ' What , you mean that he should die , and she never know that he loved her ! 0 Heaven ! what misery could equal that ?' " As Olive spoke , the tears sprang into her eyes , and , utterly subdued , she stood still and let them flow . but onl
•« Harold , too , seemed strangely moved , y for a moment . Then he said , very softly and quietly , « Miss Rothesay , you speak like one who feels every word . These are things we learn in but one school . Tell meas a friend , who night and day prays for your happinessare you not speaking from your own heart ? Tfoulove , or you have loved ?' 44 For a moment Olive ' s senses seemed to reel . But his eyes were upon her—those truthful , truth-searching eyes . ' Must I look in his face and tell him a lie , ' her half-frenzied thought . ' I cannot , I cannot ! And he will never , never know . ' •* She bowed her head , and answered , in a low , heartbroken murmur , one word— ' Yes !' ' And , with a woman like you , to love once is to love for evermore ?'
" Again Olive bent her head , speechlessly , —and that was all . There was a sound as of crushed leaves , and those with which Harold had been playing fell scattered on the ground . He gave no other sign of emotion or sympathy . " For many minutes they walked on slowly , the little laughing brook beside them seeming to rise like a thunder-voice upon the dead silence . Olive listened to every ripple , that fell as it were like the boom of an engulfing wave . Nothing else she heard , or felt , or thought , until Harold spoke . took her
" His tone was soft and very kind , and he hand the while . ' I thank you for this confidence . You must forgive me if I did wrong in asking it . Henceforth I shall ask no more . If your life be happy , as I pray God it may , you will have no need of me . If not , hold me ever to your service as a true friend and brother . ' " She stooped , she leaned her brow upon the two clasped hands—her own and his—and wept as if her heart were breaking . ' But very soon all this ceased , and she felt a calmness like death . Upon it broke Harold ' s cold , clear voice—as cold and clear as ever .
" ' Once more , let me tell you all I owe you—friendship , counsel , patience , —for I have tried your patience much . I pray you pardon me ! From you I have learned to have faith in Heaven , peace towards men , reverence for woman . Your friendship has blessed me—may God bless you !' " His words ceased , somewhat tremulously ; and she felt , for the first time , Harold ' s lips touch her hand . If she could have snatched his , buried it in her ^ bosom , and poured out upon it her whole soul ' s love in one long kiss , she would have sunk down , and let life and being part from her as easily as from a sun-exhaled cloud .
" Quietly and mutely they walked home ; quietly and mutely , nay , even coldly , they parted . The time had come and passed ; and between their two hearts now rose the silence of an existence . "
" And once more , Olive , sealing up her bursting heart , answered calmly , ' I do think so . ' " Again there was a silence . Harold broke it by saying , You would smile to know how childishly my last walk here haunts me ; I really must go and see that love-stricken friend of mine . But you , I suppose , take no interest in his wooing ? ' " ' Oh , yes ! I like to hear of young people ' s happiness , ' said Olive , trying to wear an indifferent smile . ' ' But he was not quite happy . He did not know whether the woman he loved loved , him . He had never asked her . ' " * Wherefore not ? '
" ' There were several reasons . First , because he was a proud man , and , like many others , had been deceived once . He would not again let a woman mock his peace . And he was right ! Do you not think so ? ' " Yes , if she were one who would do this . But no true woman ever mocked true love . Rarely , knoioingly , would she give cause for it to be cast before her in vain . If your friend be worthy , how knows he but that she may love him all the while ?'
" ' Well , well , let that pass . He has other reasons . ' He paused and looked towards her , but Olive ' s face was drooped out of sight . He continued , — ' Reasons such as men only feel . Women know not what an awful thing it is to cast one ' s pride , one ' s hope—perhaps th « weal or woe of one ' s whole life—upon a light " Yes" or No " from the lips of a thoughtless girl . I speak , ' he added , abruptly , ' as my friend , the youth in love , would speak . ' " ' Yes , 1 know—I understand . But tell me more , ' said Olive , drawn with trembling interest to the subject .
" His other reasons were , —that he was poor ; that , if betrothed , he might have to wait years before they could marry ; or , perhaps , as his health was feeble , he might die , and never call her wife at all . Therefore , though he loved her as dearly as ever man loved woman , he deetned it right , and good , and just , to keep silence
evermore . " ? Did he deem , even , in his lightest thought , that she loved him ?' " ' He could not toll . Sometimes it almost seemed so . ' " ' Then he was wrong—cruelly wrong ! He thought of his own pride , not of her . Little he knew the long , silent agony that she must bear—the doubt of being loved bringing even the shame of loving . Little he saw of the daily struggle : the poor heart sometimes frozen into dull endurance , and then wakened into miserable throbbing life by the shining of some hope , which passes and loaves it darker and colder than before . Poor thingpoor thing !' * ' And utterly forgetting herself , forgetting all but the compassion learnt from sorrow , Olive spoke with strong agitation .
•• Harold watched her intently . « Your words arc sympathizing mid kiud . Say on ! What should he , this lover do ?' 44 Lot him tell her \\ v \ t he loves her—let him save her from the mournful struggle that wears away youth , and 8 ii'iiglh , and hope . ' 41 What ! and bind her by a promise which may take yi ars t <> fullil ?' 44 l ( lie has won her heart , she is already bound . It is moiiUoiy to talk , us the world talks , of the sense of honour that leaves a wonum " fioo . " Tell him so ! JJid
him tako her to his heart , that , coma what will , she inny feel she lias a place there . L » 't him not shame her by the doubt that she drosuls poverty or long delay . If she loves him truly , she will wait years , a whole lifetime , until he ? claim her . If he labour , she will strengthen him ; if he stiller , she will comfort him ; in the world ' s lio . rce battle , her faithfulness will be . to him rest , and help , mid balm . ' ' But , ' said Harold , his voice hoarse and trembling ,
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PORTSMOUTH L . YRICS . Portsmouth Lyrics . By Alfred Lear Iluxfbrd and J . Albert Way . C . Mitchell . It is pleasant to see two friends sounding their small lyres together in emulous and loving rivalry ; but Messrs . Huxford and Way have not sufficiently examined the quality of their respective lyres , nor scrutinized with , sufficient severity their pretensions as public performers . This little volume — strangely misnomcred Lyrics—contains evidence of pleasant poetic feeling , but none of poetic genius . It belongs to tho thousnnd-and-one mistakes of vouthfui
aspiration . Every man with a turn for letters writes verses ; the imprudent publish , and accuse an unreading public of " prosaism . " There is no branch , of industry which should be more steadily discouraged than that unproductive labour " of writing and publishing verses . Would we discourage real poets , then ? Wo would . Heal poets will break through all discouragement . The best verses in this volume are two quatorzains : I .-AHIAUXE . Upon the shore she stood nil motionless , All tearless , voiceless , unite , with keen eye llxt Far out upon the * sea . It seemed that all I . ovo , fooling , thought , wore in that one sad gnze Concentrate : as she stood upon the strand , l'or some rare piece of sculptural art she had IJccn ta ' en ; but ever and anon there rose Within her snowy breast ; u si » h so full Of utterance for the . « rricf that lay therein , It su'einutl ns if a heart thus overwrought With ho'iolesit woe must ntraightway burst and die ; VoL still tOie stood , while sorrow conjured up , To mock the sense , a vision of the bravo But most deceitful one . then hust ' ning o ' er the wave 41 II . —BACCHUS . " Still by the wave she etooil ; and then there came , Bursting upon the silencn of her grief , A frantic troop of mirthful Bacchanals , Crowned with dark ivy and the fruitful vine , And trolling ; jolly snatches of old lays
To tinkling- cymbals ; while amid the throng—Manly , yet indolent—most gay , most brave node he , the Conqueror of the Indian race ; Around his path the flowers sprang up , and all The cavern'd echoes cried , * A God I A God ! * Straightway he seized the grief-entranced maid , And placed her on the tiger ' s golden back ; He smiled a luscious smile—Fate willed it so ; Instant the maiden loved him and forgot all woe . " H . "
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BOOKS ON OUR TABLE . A Rudimentary Treatise on Sleam-Boilers . By Robert Armstrong . John Weale . Mr . Weale is rendering the public good service by putting forth , under the name of " Rudimentary Treatises , " a series of well-written tracts on scientific subjects , and their applications to the most useful purposes . The last of these discusses the important question of steamboilers ; important no less as a vast question of economy , of wealth , space , and time , but also as to the safety of life and limb . Although this treatise does not pretend to be a guide to engineers and boiler-manufacturers ,
they may , nevertheless , glean some useful hints towards the approximation of a standard of size , of easy management , of economy , and of the prevention of explosion . On the whole , the number of disasters in England arising from the bursting of steam-boilers , is not so great as to prove anything like an inattention to the lives of passengers which seems at times to mark the conduct of river navigators in the United States . Few railway travellers are apprehensive of danger from the failure of any part of the locomotive machinery . As this modern invention has led to the application of the author ' s leading principle , we shall indulge in an extract from his graphic description of the great occasion : —
" The propriety , " he remarks , " of a practice founded on the principle that in a well-proportioned boiler there ought always to be a sufficient area of heating surface within as short a space as possible , wag conclusively settled at that great area of steam engineering , the opening of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway , by the successful trial and final adoption , of Mr . Stephenson ' s great invention , without which railways would have been useless for many of their most important purposes . I allude to the fire-box tubular boiler of the celebrated ' Rocket , ' locomotive engine ; to say nothing of the engine itself , it was the boiler that was pronounced , with scarcely a dissentient among the
hundreds of engineers who witnessed its performances , to be ' the invention ' that , was to make ' the railway —a prediction that a triumphant career of twenty years , without a single competitor deserving the name , has amply verified . It has , in truth , made railways , not only figuratively , but actually . And the more closely the principles involved in that great invention have been adhered to since it first ' burst on the world like a rocket , ' the more perfect has been the railway locomotive for efficiency and oeconomy combined ; although the most valuable of those principles were either not very clearly understood or not candidly acknowledged by any party during the celebrated battle of the gauges . "
"VVe may add that these treatises are liberally illustrated by engravings of a character to make the works popular as well as useful to scientific men . The lied Republican . Part 1 . Edited by G . Julian Ilarney . The late Democratic lievieti ) is now incorporated with this periodical . The present part has especial public interest , containing the correspondence between wellknown politicians on the Democratic Fusion which lias lately been the subject of a metropolitan conference . The variety of the lied llejniblican continues and its tone improves .
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An Enquiry into tho Principles of the Distribution of Wealth most conducive to Human Happiness . By W . Thompson , author of Labour Rewarded , sin Appeal of women . A new edition by William Pare . W . S . Orr and Co . A Manual of the Geography and History of Europe , Past and Present . By Francis H . Ungewitter , LL . D . Thomas Delf . Knight ' s Pictorial Shakspcre . Part III . { Love ' s Labour Lost . ) National Edition . C . Knight . Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting the Reason , and Seeking Truth in the Sciences . By Descartes . Translated from the French . Simpkin and Marshall . First Latin Rending Lessons , with complete Vocabularies : intended as an Introduction to Caisar . By John llobson , B . A . Taylor and Walton . The Art of Conversation . A Lecture addressed to the Young . By W . Henty . Orger and Mcryoii . Cicero ' s Three Books of Offices ; also his Cuto Major , Lnilhts , Paradoxes , Scipio ' s Dream , and Letter to Quintuson tho Duties of a Magistrate , laterally translated by Cyrus 11 . Edmonds . ( Bonn ' s Classical Library . ) II . G . Bohn . Jl Popular Lecture on Law : Us Origin and Use . By Thomas Turner . ^« Elswooil .
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PIUSSE'S VALLEY OF THE NILE . For a work which will thoroughly orientalize the mind while gratifying its artistic desires , wo have seen nothing at all comparable to the magnificent album published by Mr . Mad Jon , under the title of Characters , Costumes , and Modes of Life in tho Valley of the Nile , where beauty and instruction go hand in hand to produce an ornament for the drawing-room , table , and a vivid commentary on the social condition of a people in whom we feel nn inexhaustible interest . Here is a panorama , broad yet minute , useful yet artistic , furnishing those who have never crossed the
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Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 23, 1850, page 834, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1860/page/18/
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