And both are well.
We live to die, and die to live again;
And evermore the day succeeds the night.
And those who see the sunshine on their path
May walk in soberness and yet be glad.
Judge.
The cloud conceals, but never dims the star;
And Youth and Happiness will twine their wreath
Even on Thalia's brow. My children, come;
It is my birthday; all our friends are here,
And they return our smile of thankful joy
That Isabelle is found. Our task is done;
And, if approved by you, our cause is won.
END OF THE PLAY.
SUSAN CLIFTON OR, THE CITY. AND THE COUNTRY.
BY PROFESSOR AIDEN.
(Continued from page 250.)
CHAPTER XVI.
After a partial recovery from the fatigues of the journey to the homestead, Mr. Richard Clifton appeared to be much improved in health, and strong hopes were entertained that his recovery would be complete. He manifested the proper showings of regret for the loss of his companion, though he had felt towards her none of that ardor of affection, and had enjoyed with her none of those felicities which had mingled in his visions of domestic life before he had become a prosperous man of the world. It was sad to have death enter his dwelling; it was sad to be left with no one whom he could call his own. Some of that loneliness which had long preyed upon him was, perhaps, unconsciously set to the loss of her who had filled but a small place in his heart, though she had been the wife of his bosom for a score of years, and had found in him all she expected in a husband; perhaps it would be scarce too much to say—all she desired.
In a few days, he was able to leave his chamber and sit with the family, though his feeble step and sunken eye contrasted strangely with the proud bearing which he exhibited but a few weeks before.