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and I love each other dearly already, and I long, CHAPTER XVIII.-FREDERICK AND GODFREY.
almost childishly, to call her sister. What a cow“Godfrey, will you walk with me this morn- ard you are ! With your feelings, and with half
the encouragement you have received, I would Godfrey was sitting in a posture which seemed have spoken weeks ago. Why, I have detected a the very expression of gloom ; his forehead bent hundred symptoms." upon his hands and a book resting on his knees, Godfrey stopped him by seizing both his hands. which, as for a full half-hour he had not turned “ Frederick ! Frederick !” he cried, “ it is imone of the pages, might be supposed to be rather possible—you know it is impossible. Can you employed as a screen for idleness than as a subject believe me for a moment to be so unnatural, so of study. The face which he raised when the ungrateful? Frederick, you are unjust! Do tones of Frederick's gentle voice fell on his ear you think, indeed, that I could have tried to win did not, most assuredly, belie his attitude-it ex- her affection? I swear to you, in the sight of pressed profound, even sullen, despondency. He Heaven, that I have never done so, directly or inagreed to the proposal, however, without an in-directly, by word, look, or tone. Not even in stant's hesitation, and the brothers were soon on thought have I ever wished to become your rival. the lawn together, the one guiding the other's Your rival-am I capable of it? It is little to steps as tenderly as was his wont. They walked say now that your happiness—such happiness !—is on in silence till they reached the shadow of a my first and only wish ; but you know it is true. group of plane trees, beneath which the soft turf That is," he added, his voice becoming strangely formed a natural seat, edging an abrupt fall to the bitter, “ if you don't think I am mocking you when stream which murmured and fretted among the I speak to you of happiness." pebbles below. Frederick sat down and drew But suppose,” rejoined Frederick, still speakGodfrey to his side.
ing lightly, as if aware of the violent agitation of “ I want to speak to you about Ida," said he, his companion, and seeking to relieve it, “ suppose suddenly.
my happiness has nothing to do with the matter? Godfrey started and turned away his face, as Of course, it is highly lover-like in you to think though the sightless eyes of his brother could have that nobody can know Ida without wishing to call detected the emotion which he was unable to re- her wife; but suppose I am cold enough, or inpress.
sensible enough, or rational enough, to entertain “ You think she is ill," he replied, hurriedly; no such wish ? You may despise me as much as "I have thought so myself ; but I don't believe you like, Godfrey, but indeed it is the case.” there is any cause for alarm. She is anxious Godfrey looked earnestly and incredulously in about Mrs. Chester, and tired with several nights his brother's face ; its smiling serenity might have broken rest—that is all."
deceived a less impassioned observer. “ You will Frederick smiled. No," said he," it was never marry,” said he, abruptly. not about her health that I meant to speak to you. “Is that so very terrible ?" rejoined Frederick, Come, Godfrey, can't you guess what I was think- laughing. ing of ?”
“ Yes, yes !" continued Godfrey, with increasGodfrey became very pale, but answered, with ing gloom, “I see—I feel—I understand. Everynot more than a minute's panse
where, always, it is the same. Your whole life “ Yes, I believe I can. Ida loves you, and she is the sacrifice-I can do nothing ; even a word is worthy of you. Tell me, is it all settled ?" of affection from me to you seems the basest hy
It was now Frederick's turn to betray a little pocrisy. The work is mine, and it is irrevocable. emotion ; the words had evidently taken him by I can well believe that evil spirits may possess a surprise, and his deep blush showed that he was man, first urging him to crime, and then forever not altogether untouched by them. He rejoined, avenging the acts which they themselves wrought however, playfully, and flinging his arm round his in him. Don't talk to me—it is useless. Let brother's neck
me bear it silently. Never let her name be men“ You foolish fellow, I do believe you are tioned between us again—from my lips it is projealous! What should such a confirmed old bach- faneness even to utter it." elor as I am do with a wife? Poor Ida! it is “ Listen to me, my dearest brother," answered lucky that her destiny does n't depend on your Frederick, now quite seriously, and assuming a words. No, no, Godfrey, I want her for a sister, tone of some authority ; “ and first let me beseech and I want you to tell me whether I shall be dis- ! you never to speak or think lightly of your affecappointed ?"
tion for me, it is the greatest injury you can do Godfrey shrank away and buried his face in his me. Your love, and my mother's, have hitherto hands ; Frederick continued, still speaking half- made my life so happy—don't take away your sportively, yet with evident seriousness of mean- hand—it is true, and you must believe it. I am ing :
not afraid of mentioning in downright words that "Do you suppose, my dear Godfrey, that I have which it costs you so dearly to think of—my blindbeen unconscious all this while ? You don't know ness. In spite of it, I believe that there is scarcely how expressive tones and half-tones, unlooked-for a human being in the whole world whose life is so silences, and fragmentary words, are to me. Ida uninterruptedly, so peacefully happy, as mine. I
seldom speak of this—indeed, it is painful to de- | all this while been winning it—unconsciously, I scribe one's own feelings—but often, very often, I grant, but not the less effectually. My mother have a sense, a possession, an enjoyment of beauty thinks and wishes as I do. Indeed, this is the in my thoughts, which does, I am sure, so far only thing wanting to complete my happiness." exceed the actual vision, that, were my sight re- Again a silence. stored, the first emotion would be one of disap- “ Won't you answer me, Godfrey ?" resumed pointment. Besides, I am naturally very weak Frederick, alınost timidly. and unstable in character—this privation has been “I am so unworthy- began Godfrey in a to me an angel, holding me with a stern but most low, troubled voice. gentle grasp, and compelling me to remain in the Say that to Ida," interrupted Frederick, only safe path. What has it taken from me ? A checking him ; " it is what all lovers say, though power, certainly, but also a temptation, and one I don't suppose they think it, any more than their which I was peculiarly unfit to resist. I feel the ladies do. Dear, dear brother! I forgot to thank strongest conviction that, had I possessed my eye- you for the sacrifice which you were so ready to sight, I should have grown up a mere idler, a make to me. You would have given me your dangler about art, a lover of trifles, a man whose whole happiness.” existence was bound up and centred in elegancies. “Hush, hush !” cried Godfrey ; “I would give Now, my eyes are in my soul only, and—I say it you my life, and that would be far too little. Oh, humbly--the Divine image is ever before them. what a wretch you make me! But, Frederick," The lot to which I look forward is one so joyful (wringing his hand vehemently,) “ remember, you that I only fear lest I should be unworthy to re- must now release me from my promise : Ida must ceive it. I must describe it to you a little in detail. know all." You know I am a good musician—thanks to your * Impossible !” replied Frederick. indefatigable patience in helping me-as good in would not give me that pain—your word is theory as in practice. There is an institution pledged !” lately established, worthy of the pure first days of “ But you will release me!” said Godfrey, pasChristianity, where students are trained, who are sionately. " What! do you think me so deshereafier to become servants of the church in for- picable that even the poor virtue of honesty is out eign lands; their lives are made to be a course of of my reach ! Would you force me to such meansainily discipline—they are under the wisest teach- ness? No, no, Frederick ! surely you love my ing—and their daily worship is such as no man conscience as well as myself? Self-approval I can join without so feeling the privilege of his have long lost, but would you have me sink so low membership that he must needs carry it away with as self-contempt? No, no; if I must not say all, hin, an abiding witness to the truth of that Unity I will say nothing.” which shall hereafter be made perfect. I hope to Well, I release you," answered Frederick, a obtain the direction of the musical part of these little sorrowfully. “ Ida must be of a very harsh services. I cannot express to you how happy such nature, if she does not think that a penitence so a life would make me. Just fancy it, dear God- long, so deep, so disproportionatefrey-a little cottage, with its fragrant flower- Hitherto," exclaimed Godfrey, folding the garden, not far from the college gates, where my speaker closely in his arms, “ it has been a bitter, mother and I should live in pleasant retirement- gloomy, cold, proud penitence, but it shall be so then, in the early fresh morning, my walk to the no longer. Only on my knees-only before God, chapel-the delight of actually assisting in the can I pour out all that is in my heart. service-access to the organ at all times—the have conquered, and I must tell you so. Pray for quiet cool cloister in which I may walk and medi- me; never did I feel the need of prayer so deeply tate--the studious, prayerful men with whom I as now. And-and-ask my mother to forgive shall be associated, and among whom I may per- me. I have not been blameless towards her-but haps find friends, though never, never a friend so you know what I have felt.” dear as yourself. Even I shall be helping forward The sound of approaching steps disturbed the the great work-even I may dedicate a not useless brothers, and they were speedily joined by Alexoffering of a life to God.”
ander, Mr. Tyrrell, and uncle John.
There was He paused, his face full of calm, pure, spiritual an awkward look upon the faces of two of the enthusiasm. Godfrey had bowed his head upon three, as though they had come together unintenhis brother's shoulder, and was weeping like a tionally, and had not found the surprise a pleasant
After a minute's silence, Frederick con- one. But the third looked perfectly contented tinued.
and was keeping up the conversation at a great “ And now, one word more on the subject which rate, all by himself. you have forbidden, but which will, I hope, often, “Oh, yes," he was saying, as they came upvery often, be named between us. Don't suppose by the bye, dear uncle John was a thorough antithat I think so poorly of Ida as to believe that, if protestant; he never said "No," if he could help she could have loved me for myself, my blindness it, except to himself; his life was one vast assent would have done aught but clasp and strengthen to a series of imaginary propositions, to most of the link between us. But it is not so. I have which he agreed without so much as a hope of beither sought nor won her love; and you have lever understanding them—“Oh, yes, Ida is a
sweet creature-a darling little girl! I don't Godfrey walked slowly along, his heart burning think she has a fault in the world. You need n’t with unwonted and overpowering thoughts. He look so glum, master Alexander, for though she was afraid of Hope, even to cowardice ; for he is n't very fond of you, I'm quite sure she would knew that having once received it, parting from it sooner lose her little finger than do you an unkind- would touch his life. He felt as though his whole
nature were changing ; but the process was too It cannot be denied that this was an unpleasant tumultuous and too bewildering to be the subject speech for Alexander, who was intending to be- of contemplation, scarcely, even, of consciousness. come Ida's husband some time in the course of the It was the dawn of a new creation, but the twilight next twelve months. He assumed an artificial was too profound for him even to guess what the smile, and, addressing his cousins with an air of day might bring forth. This, however, he feltthe utmost sweetness, said, “ I think, Frederick, that his spirit had lost its bitterness, being full of Mr. Tyrrell and I will leave my uncle with you ; that true and only humility the outward vesture of we are going for walk."
which is perfect charity. A bitter spirit, a cold, “ A walk !" cried uncle John, “ the very thing dark view of life and man, is a disease which, for me! I can show you such a view—there's though it seems to be the work of outward mishaps, nothing like it in the three kingdoms ! I know losses, and disappointments, is nevertheless more every foot of the country for miles !” and, as he the work of an evil tendency within us. It may be spoke, he passed his arm familiarly through Alex- caught, like the plague; but it is only the predisander's, with a warm gripe, from which there was posed subject who catches it. no hope of escaping.
He found Ida in a glade of the shrubbery; her A scarcely perceptible smile of amusement curled lovely, childlike face was full of a new and almost Mr. Tyrrell's lip as he turned away from the ill- sorrowful gravity, but she smiled when she saw assorted pair, and seated himself on the grass him, and came eagerly to meet him. He took her beside Frederick.
hands in his; he felt that the hour was come, and " Are not you coming with us, Tyrrell ?" cried that delay would be worse than failure. “Ida," uncle John, as he dragged his reluctant nephew said he, with that persuasive energy of voice and away.
manner which subdues the will at once, and leaves No, thank you. I have sprained my ancle,” it no time for surprise; “listen to me; I want to replied he, unhesitatingly telling a falsehood. tell you a history ; don't wonder at me,
but give Alexander was fairly caught. The presence of me all your thoughts, and listen with your whole a stranger, with whom, for some unexplained rea- heart." son, it was evidently his object to stand well, pre- “I will,” she replied, seating herself on the vented him from shaking off his unwelcome com- roots of an overhanging sycamore, while he stood panion at once, though there can be but liule doubt before her, still holding her hands, and looking that he did so as soon as they were out of sight. fixedly into her face.
As soon as Mr. Tyrrell was left alone with the “ There were two brothers," he began. She brothers, he said, " I want you to do me a favor looked up wonderingly, and was about to speak, with your cousin Ida. I have particular, very but he checked her almost passionately—“ Don't particular reasons for wishing to speak privately ask me any questions; wait, and you will underwith her friend, Mrs. Chester, as soon as she is stand what may seem strange. I ask it of you as a able to receive me. Now I understand that the kindness, Ida." fever has left her, that she sat up yesterday for She felt how vehemently he was in earnest, and two or three hours, and is to do so again to-day. bent her head again, the color rising in her trans Surely, I might be admitted. But Miss Lee, 1 parent cheeks as she said softly, “Don't be angry suppose out of anxiety for her friend's health, with me; I am listening." evidently has the greatest possible repugnance to He went on. “ There were two brothers ; one the idea of my seeing her, and I have been unable was all gentleness and goodness, without a single to induce her even to promise that she will ask Dr. passion to be conquered, or bad tendency to be reEdgecumbe's permission for the interview. Will sisted; born with all that is or ought to be the you persuade her? I am so completely a stranger labor of a lifetime to men in general, achieved, finto her, that I can scarcely press the point with the ished, completed in him, without an effort ;-the urgency which it demands ; but I do assure you other was violent, impetuons, uncontrollable. Their that it is of the first importance that I should see mother was a gentle, feeble, tender-hearted woman ; this lady soon, and alone.”
she loved both with all her strength, and never “We will endeavor," replied Frederick ; " Ida opposed or thwarted either. This boundless indulis nervous, she is unused to illness, and perhaps gence could not harm the elder, but the younger over-anxious. You can see the doctor yourself grew up without one attempt to curb his furious this evening; and if you obtain his authority, we passions. He was not altogether bad ; when his will reason Ida out of her terrors. Do you go to fits of anger were over, he would be sorry for what her, Godfrey. I know she is walking in the he had said or done, and it was no hard penance to grounds," Ire added, anxious to give his brother an ask a forgiveness which he knew to be his own excuse for getting away, of which the latter was before he begged for it. But he was utterly unrenot slow to take advantage.
strained—such as he was in childhood, such was
he suffered to remain ; no single effort, either from rowful? Godfrey-you frighten me—you have himself or from another, e'er checked in him one been deceiving me. Do not go-speak to me, Godoutburst of passion. One day—he was about frey!" Then, suddenly pausing, she put back the sixteen-he quarrelled with this good, gentle, un- long, bright hair from her forehead, and ran to him, offending brother; mad with anger, he mistook looking up into his face with an eager smile, while calmness for contempt, remonstrance for sarcasm, the tears still coursed down her cheeks. and
Godfrey, this was an unkind trick. I understand Godfrey stopped as suddenly as he had begun, now; you were trying whether you could make me and drew in his breath.
believe it; but I don't believe it—I did not, even at “ What?" said Ida, eagerly. “Go on—what first—I was only bewildered and distressed because happened ?”
it was such a dreadful history. Are you angry? “ He struck him," answered Godfrey, suppress- Pray forgive me—indeed, indeed I do not believe it ing his voice to a whisper, and then forcibly resum- of you.” ing his former tone, and finishing his story in a She had laid her hand upon his arm, and was hurried, almost indifferent manner—" he struck detaining him almost forcibly. Gently he undid him—a furious blow—in the face, from the effects the grasp, and put her from him, while a groan of of which he never recovered. He was long ill, unspeakable agony broke from the depths of his and when his health returned, he was blind for heart. Not one look did he give her, not one word life !"
did he utter, but darted away, leaving her still The pale horror in Ida's face spoke more expres- standing there, pale, bewildered, incredulous, with sively than words. She shuddered and was silent, her hands outstretched in the attitude in which he then turned away her face, unable to endure the had left them, and her beautiful face all bathed in burning gaze that was riveted upon it. Godfrey tears—like a child who, having sprung eagerly to dropped her hands. “ Farewell, Ida !” said he. the arms of one whom it had mistaken for its mother,
“Oh! what is this?” exclaimed Ida, weeping starts back affrighted and distressed on encounterand wringing her hands. “Oh, why do you make ing the stern, repulsive face of a stranger. me so miserable ? is everybody's life dark and sor
From the N. Y. Tribune.
Red seals on the portals of Peace we will set, THE RED FLAG.
Till they're opened forever and opened for good. Red, red be the color of liberty's wear,
Red, red! is the sign that is hung in the heaven; Red, red be the hue of the banner we ope;
Red, red! are the hands of our tyrants in gore ; Deep red as the sinking sun's glance of despair-War, war! is their cry—and a war shall be given Bright red as the rising sun's gleamings of hope.
Till the places that know them shall know them No tri-colored emblem want we in our wars, Blending falsehood with truth and the right with In the night of defeat that red banner shall seem
Deep red as the grief that our drooping souls
wear; But simple and single and bold as our cause,
When the sunshine of victory proudly shall beam, A ruby red banner we 'll carry along.
Bright red as our joy it will play in the air. The red is unfading; the blue paleth soon, Through the blaze of the battle where death-demons And the smoke of the battle will tarnish the
When the hot streams of blood like a lava-tide Our flag must be borne in the glare of the noon,
flow, And be carried aloft in the storm of the night.
When the fury of war lights its flame in the heart,
Red as fire and as burning our banner will go. It must fly in the face of the dire cannonade ;
It must droop over heaps of the patriot dead; But when wars shall be ended, and safety, returnBefore old fortress wall and on new barricade,
ing, Where we fight with our might for our banner Brings back to the cheek of the maiden the bloom of red.
That was Purity's gift from the kiss of the morning,
And Freedom's aurora disperses the gloomIts hue should be beautiful over the world,
Whether hung on the blue walls of Italy's sky-When Cruelty, Bigotry, Theft, and Extortion On the green fields of Ireland or England unfurled, No longer usurp the dominion of man ; Or flung free to the snows that in Muscovy lie. When Justice with Might gives to Labor its por
tion, The blood of our brothers has given its dye,
And Brotherhood comes to accomplish the planAnd the blood of their slayers must keep it still bright;
When Plenty and Peace shall replace Dearth and It shall bathe in the rose-tints that stream in the sky,
Danger, And glow in the fuse fires that gleam in the fight. Then our flag will forget all the fire of its anger,
And flowers lend their hues to our jubilee's mirth, Our pale flag of truce is all reddened and wet, And softly its rose color blush through the earth. And the olive-branch reeks with the people's
W. I. F. fresh blood.
New York, Oct. 12, 1849.