To be serious, I should add that Louis, in forming this resolution, was not so heroic as he really believed himself to be. He was young, he was in love: and youth and love have always some hope in store.
It is useless to speak of Mr. Smithson. We are aware of his sentiments. Louis was not wrong in his fears respecting him. And yet, however sad Louis’ position might be, it was soon to become still more so. A new cloud was rising without his suspecting it.
TO BE CONTINUED.
[MARRIAGE SONG.]
BY AUBREY DE VERE.
Love begins upon the heights,
As on tree-tops, in the spring,
April with green foot alights
While the birds are carolling:
Aye, but April ends with May:
Love must have the marriage-day!