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It cannot be denied that this was an unpleasant speech for Alexander, who was intending to become Ida's husband some time in the course of the next twelve months. He assumed an artificial smile, and, addressing his cousins with an air of the utmost sweetness, said, "I think, Frederick, Mr. Tyrrell and I will leave my uncle with you; we are going for a walk."

"A walk!" cried uncle John, "the very thing for me! I can show you such a view there's nothing like it in the three kingdoms! I know every foot of the country for miles!" and, as he spoke, he passed his arm familiarly through Alexander's, with a warm gripe, from which there was no hope of escaping.

A scarcely perceptible smile of amusement curled Mr. Tyrrell's lip as he turned away from the illassorted pair, and seated himself on the grass beside Frederick.

"Are not you coming with us, Tyrrell?" cried uncle John, as he dragged his reluctant nephew

away.

"No, thank you. I have sprained my ancle," replied he, unhesitatingly telling a falsehood.

Alexander was fairly caught. The presence of a stranger, with whom, for some unexplained reason, it was evidently his object to stand well, prevented him from shaking off his unwelcome companion at once, though there can be but little doubt that he did so as soon as they were out of sight.

As soon as Mr. Tyrrell was left alone with the brothers, he said, "I want you to do me a favor with your cousin Ida. I have particular, very particular reasons for wishing to speak privately with her friend, Mrs. Chester, as soon as she is able to receive me. Now I understand that the fever has left her, that she sat up yesterday for two or three hours, and is to do so again to-day. Surely, I might be admitted. But Miss Lee, I suppose out of anxiety for her friend's health, evidently has the greatest possible repugnance to the idea of my seeing her, and I have been unable to induce her even to promise that she will ask Dr. Edgecumbe's permission for the interview. Will you persuade her? I am so completely a stranger to her, that I can scarcely press the point with the urgency which it demands; but I do assure you that it is of the first importance that I should see this lady soon, and alone."

"We will endeavor," replied Frederick; "Ida is nervous, she is unused to illness, and perhaps over-anxious. You can see the doctor yourself this evening; and if you obtain his authority, we will reason Ida out of her terrors. Do you go to her, Godfrey. I know she is walking in the grounds," he added, anxious to give his brother an excuse for getting away, of which the latter was not slow to take advantage.

Godfrey walked slowly along, his heart burning with unwonted and overpowering thoughts. He was afraid of Hope, even to cowardice; for he knew that having once received it, parting from it would touch his life. He felt as though his whole nature were changing; but the process was too tumultuous and too bewildering to be the subject of contemplation, scarcely, even, of consciousness. It was the dawn of a new creation, but the twilight was too profound for him even to guess what the day might bring forth. This, however, he feltthat his spirit had lost its bitterness, being full of that true and only humility the outward vesture of which is perfect charity. A bitter spirit, a cold, dark view of life and man, is a disease which, though it seems to be the work of outward mishaps, losses, and disappointments, is nevertheless more the work of an evil tendency within us. It may be caught, like the plague; but it is only the predisposed subject who catches it.

He found Ida in a glade of the shrubbery; her lovely, childlike face was full of a new and almost sorrowful gravity, but she smiled when she saw him, and came eagerly to meet him. He took her hands in his; he felt that the hour was come, and that delay would be worse than failure. " Ida," said he, with that persuasive energy of voice and manner which subdues the will at once, and leaves it no time for surprise; "listen to me; I want to tell you a history; don't wonder at me, but give me all your thoughts, and listen with your whole heart."

"I will," she replied, seating herself on the roots of an overhanging sycamore, while he stood before her, still holding her hands, and looking fixedly into her face.

"There were two brothers-" he began. She looked up wonderingly, and was about to speak, but he checked her almost passionately-" Don't ask me any questions; wait, and you will understand what may seem strange. I ask it of you as a kindness, Ida."

She felt how vehemently he was in earnest, and bent her head again, the color rising in her transparent cheeks as she said softly, "Don't be angry with me; I am listening."

He went on. "There were two brothers; one was all gentleness and goodness, without a single passion to be conquered, or bad tendency to be resisted; born with all that is or ought to be the labor of a lifetime to men in general, achieved, finished, completed in him, without an effort ;-the other was violent, impetuous, uncontrollable. Their mother was a gentle, feeble, tender-hearted woman; she loved both with all her strength, and never opposed or thwarted either. This boundless indulgence could not harm the elder, but the younger grew up without one attempt to curb his furious passions. He was not altogether bad; when his fits of anger were over, he would be sorry for what he had said or done, and it was no hard penance to ask a forgiveness which he knew to be his own before he begged for it. But he was utterly unrestrained-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, unoffending brother; mad with anger, he mistook calmness for contempt, remonstrance for sarcasm, and"

Godfrey stopped as suddenly as he had begun, and drew in his breath.

"What?" said Ida, eagerly. "Go on-what happened?"

"He struck him," answered Godfrey, suppressing his voice to a whisper, and then forcibly resuming his former tone, and finishing his story in a hurried, almost indifferent manner-" he struck him-a furious blow-in the face, from the effects of which he never recovered. He was long ill, and when his health returned, he was blind for life!"

The pale horror in Ida's face spoke more expressively than words. She shuddered and was silent, then turned away her face, unable to endure the burning gaze that was riveted upon it. Godfrey dropped her hands. "Farewell, Ida!" said he.

"Oh! what is this?" exclaimed Ida, weeping and wringing her hands. "Oh, why do you make me so miserable? is everybody's life dark and sor

From the N. Y. Tribune.

THE RED FLAG.

RED, red be the color of liberty's wear,

Red, red be the hue of the banner we ope; Deep red as the sinking sun's glance of despair Bright red as the rising sun's gleamings of hope.

No tri-colored emblem want we in our wars, Blending falsehood with truth and the right with the wrong;

But simple and single and bold as our cause,
A ruby red banner we 'll carry along.

The red is unfading; the blue paleth soon,
And the smoke of the battle will tarnish the
white;

Our flag must be borne in the glare of the noon,
And be carried aloft in the storm of the night.

It must fly in the face of the dire cannonade;
It must droop over heaps of the patriot dead;
Before old fortress wall and on new barricade,
Where we fight with our might for our banner
of red.

Its hue should be beautiful over the world, Whether hung on the blue walls of Italy's skyOn the green fields of Ireland or England unfurled,

"Dear

long, bright hair from her forehead, and ran to him, looking up into his face with an eager smile, while the tears still coursed down her cheeks. Godfrey, this was an unkind trick. I understand now; you were trying whether you could make me believe it; but I don't believe it-I did not, even at first-I was only bewildered and distressed because it was such a dreadful history. Are you angry? Pray forgive me indeed, indeed I do not believe it of you."

She had laid her hand upon his arm, and was detaining him almost forcibly. Gently he undid the grasp, and put her from him, while a groan of unspeakable agony broke from the depths of his heart. Not one look did he give her, not one word did he utter, but darted away, leaving her still standing there, pale, bewildered, incredulous, with her hands outstretched in the attitude in which he had left them, and her beautiful face all bathed in tears-like a child who, having sprung eagerly to the arms of one whom it had mistaken for its mother, starts back affrighted and distressed on encountering the stern, repulsive face of a stranger.

Red seals on the portals of Peace we will set,
Till they 're opened forever and opened for good.

Red, red! is the sign that is hung in the heaven;
Red, red! are the hands of our tyrants in gore ;
War, war! is their cry-and a war shall be given
Till the places that know them shall know them

no more.

In the night of defeat that red banner shall seem Deep red as the grief that our drooping souls

wear;

When the sunshine of victory proudly shall beam, Bright red as our joy it will play in the air.

Through the blaze of the battle where death-demons dart,

When the hot streams of blood like a lava-tide flow,

When the fury of war lights its flame in the heart, Red as fire and as burning our banner will go.

But when wars shall be ended, and safety, return

ing,

Brings back to the cheek of the maiden the bloom That was Purity's gift from the kiss of the morning, And Freedom's aurora disperses the gloom

When Cruelty, Bigotry, Theft, and Extortion 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 porTuesday. Life flows away here in such un- | religious. And (not on that account, but by reason marked tranquilitie, that one hath nothing whereof I have read y most of them before) methinks I to write, or to remember what distinguished one will write to borrow some of Rose; for change of day from another. I am sad, yet not dulle; methinks I have grown some yeares older since I came here. I can fancy elder women feeling much as I doe now. I have nothing to desire, nothing to hope, that is likelie to come to pass-nothing to regret, except I begin soe far back, that my whole life hath neede, as 't were, to begin over agayn.

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tion,

And Brotherhood comes to accomplish the planWhen Plenty and Peace shall replace Dearth and Danger,

And flowers lend their hues to our jubilee's mirth, Then our flag will forget all the fire of its anger, And softly its rose color blush through the earth. W. I. F.

New York, Oct. 12, 1849.

Mr. Agnew translates to us portions of Thuanus his historie, and yo letters of Theodore Beza, concerning y French reformed church; oft prolix, yet interesting, especially with Mr. Agnew's comments and allusions to our own time. On y other hand, Rose reads Davila, y sworne apologiste of Catherine de' Medicis, whose charming Italian even I can comprehende; but alle is false and plausible. How sad, that ye wrong partie shoulde be victorious! Soe it may befall in this land; though, indeede, I have hearde soe much bitter rayling on bothe sides, that I know not which is right. The line of demarcation is not soe distinctly drawn, methinks, as 't was in France. Yet it cannot be right to take up arms agaynst constituted authorities?-Yet, and if those same authorities abuse their trust? Nay, women cannot understand these matters, and I thank Heaven they need not. Onlie, they cannot help siding with those they love; and sometimes those they love are on opposite sides.

Mr. Agnew sayth, the secular arm shoulde never be employed in spirituall matters, and that y Hugenots committed a grave mistake in choosing princes and admirals for their leaders, insteade of simple preachers with Bible in their hands; and he askt, "Did Luther or Peter the Hermit most manifestlie labor with the blessing of God?''

-I have noted y heads of Mr. Agnew's readings, after a fashion of Rose's, in order to have a shorte, comprehensive account of y whole; and this hath abridged my journalling. It is the more profitable to me of y two, changes the sad current of thought, and though an unaccustomed task, I like it well.

Saturday. On Monday I return to Forest Hill. I am well pleased to have yet another Sheepscote sabbath. To-day we had y rare event of a dinnerguest; soe full of what y rebels are doing, and all y horrors of strife, that he seemed to us quiete folks like y denizen of another world.

Forest Hill, August 3.-Home agayn, and mother hath gone on her long intended visitt to uncle John, taking with her y two youngest. Father much preoccupide, by reason of y sup

reading hath now become a want. I am minded also, to seek out and minister unto some poore folk after her fashion. Now that I am queen of the larder, there is manie a wholesome scrap at my disposal, and there are likewise sundrie physiques in my mother's closet, which she addeth to year by year, and never wants, we are soe seldom ill.

Aug. 5.-Dear father sayd this evening, as we came in from a walk on y terrace, "My sweet Moll, you were ever the light of y house; but now, though you are more staid than of former time, I find you a better companion than ever. This last visitt to Sheepscote hath evened your spiritts."

Poor father! he knew not how I lay awake and wept last night, for one I shall never see agayn, nor how the terrace walk minded me of him. My spiritts may seem even, and I exert myself to please; but, within, all is dark shade, or, at best, gray twilight; and my spiritts are, in fact, worse here than they were at Sheepscote, because, here, I am continuallie thinking of one whose name is never uttered; whereas, there, it was mentioned naturallie and tenderlie, though sadly.

I will forthe to see some of yo poor folk.

Same night.-Resolved to make y circuit of the cottages, but onlie reached yo first, wherein I found poor Nell in such grief of body and mind, that I was avised to wait with her a long time. Askt why she had not sent to us for relief; was answered she had thought of doing soe, but was feared of making too free. After a lengthened visitt, which seemed to relieve her mind, and certaynlie relieved mine, I bade her farewell, and at y wicket met my father coming up with a playn-favored but scholarlike-looking reverend man. He sayd, "Moll, I could not think what had become of you." I answered, I hoped I had not kept him waiting for dinner-poor Nell had entertayned me longer than I wisht, with y catalogue of her troubles. The stranger, looking attentively at me, observed that may be the poor woman had entertayned an angel unawares; and added, “Doubt not, madam, we woulde rather await our dinner than that you should have curtayled your message of charity." Hithertoe, my father had not named this gentleman to me; but now he sayd, "Child, this is the Reverend Doctor Jeremy Taylor, chaplain in ordinarie to his M, and whom you know I have heard more than once preach before the king since he abode in Oxford." Thereon I made a lowly reverence, and we walked homewards to

plies needed for his May service; soe that, sweet gether. At first, he discoursed chiefly with my Robin being away, I find myselfe lonely. Harry father on y troubles of the times, and then he rides with me in yo evening, but y mornings I drew me into y dialogue, in the course of which have alle to myselfe; and when I have fulfilled I let fall a saying of Mr. Agnew's which drew mind thereby increased notwithstanding y darknesse of public and dullnesse of private affairs.

mother's behests in y kitchen and still-room, I have nought but to read in our somewhat scant collection of books, the moste part whereof are

from the reverend gentleman a respectfulle look I felt I no way deserved. Soe then I had to explain that the saying was none of mine, and felt ashamed

Made out y meaning of " cynosure" and "Cimmerian darknesse."

Aug. 15. Full sad am I to learn that Mr. Milton hath published another book in advocacy of divorce. Alas, why will he chafe against y chain, and widen the cruel division between us! My father is outrageous on y matter, and speaks soe passionatelie of him, that it is worse than not speaking of him at alle, which latelie I was avised to complain of.

Aug. 30.-Dick beginneth to fancie himself in love with Audrey Paice-an attachment that will doe him noe good; his tastes alreadie want raising, and she will onlie lower them, I feare-a comely, romping, noisy girl, that, were she but a farmer's daughter, woulde be the life and soul of alle the Whitsun-ales, harvest-homes, and haymakings in the country; in short, as fond of idling and merrymaking as I once was myself; only I never was soe riotous.

he shoulde suppose me wiser than I was, especiallie | studdy, housewiferie, and acts of mercy, on howas he commended my modesty. But we progressed ever humble a scale; and find mine owne peace of well, and he soon had the discourse all to himself, for Squire Paice came up, and detained father, while the doctor and I walked on. I could not help reflecting how odd it was, that I, whom nature had endowed with such a very ordinarie capacitie, and scarce anie taste for letters, shoulde continuallie be thrown into the company of y cleverest of men-first, Mr. Milton; then Mr. Agnew; and now, this Doctor Jeremy Taylor. But like y other two, he is not merely clever, he is Christian and good. How much I learnt in this short interview! for short it seemed, though it must have extended over a good half hour. He sayd, "Perhaps, young lady, the time may come when you shall find safer solace in y exercise of the charities than of y affections. Safer: for, not to consider how a successfulle or unsuccessfulle passion for a human being of like infirmities with ourselves, oft stains and darkens and shortens the current of life, even the chastened love of a mother for her child, as of Octavia who swooned at 'Tu, Marcellus, eris'-or of wives for their husbands, as Artemisia and Laodamia, sometimes amounting to idolatry-nay, the love of friend for friend, while alle is sweet influences and animating transports, yet exceeding y reasonableness of that of David for Jonathan, or of our blessed Lord for St. John and the family of Lazarus, may procure far more torment than profit; even if the attachment is reciprocal, and well grounded, and equallie matcht, which often it is not. Then interpose human tempers, and chills, and heates, and slyghtes, fancied or intended, which make the vext soul readie to wish it had never existed. How smalle a thing is a human heart! you might grasp it in your little hand; and yet its strifes and agonies are enough to distend a skin that should cover the whole world! But, in the charities, what peace! yea, they distill sweetnesse even from y unthankfulle, blessing him that gives more than him that receives; while, in the main, they are laid out at better interest than our warmest affections, and bring in a far richer harvest of love and gratitude. Yet, let our affections have their fitting exercise too, staying ourselves with y reflection, that there is greater happinesse, after alle things sayd, in loving than in being loved, save by the God of love who first loved us, and that they who dwell in love dwell in Him."

Then he went on to speak of y manifold acts and divisions of charity; as much, methought, in y vein of a poet as a preacher; and he minded me much of that scene in y tenth book of y Fairie Queene, soe lately read to us by Mr. Agnew, wherein the Red Cross Knight and Una were shown Mercy at her work.

Aug. 10. A pack-horse from Sheepscote just reported, laden with a goodlie store of books, besides sundrie smaller tokens of Rose's thoughtfulle kindnesse. I have now methodicallie divided my time into stated hours, of prayer, exercise,

I beginne to see faults in Dick and Harry I never saw before. Is my taste bettering, or my temper worsenning? At alle events, we have noe cross words, for I expect them not to alter, knowing how hard it is to doe soe by myself.

I look forward with pleasure to my Sheepscote visitt. Dear mother returneth to-morrow. Good Dr. Taylor hath twice taken y trouble to walk over from Oxford to see me, but he hath now left, and we may never meet agayn. His visitts have beene very precious to me; I think he hath some glimmering of my sad case; indeed, who knows it not? At parting he sayd, smiling, he hoped he should yet hear of my making offerings to Viriplaca on Mount Palatine; then added, gravelie, "You know where reall offerings may be made and alwaies accepted-offerings of spare half-hours and five minutes, when we shut the closet door and commune with our own hearts and are still." Alsoe he sayd, "There are sacrifices to make which sometimes wring our very hearts to offer; but our gracious God accepts them neverthelesse, if our feet be really in y right path, even though, like Chryseis, we look back, weeping."

He sayd But how manie things as beantifulle and true did I hear my husband say, which passed by me like y idle wind that I regarded not!

Sept. 8.-Harry hath just broughte in ye news of his My success in the west. Lord Essex's army hath beene completely surrounded by the royal troops; himself forct to escape in a boat to Plymouth, and all the arms, artillerie, baggage, &c., of Skippon's men have fallen into y hands of the king. Father is soe pleased that he hath mounted the flag, and given double allowance of ale to his men.

I wearie to hear from Robin.

Sheepscote, Oct. 10. -How sweete a picture of rurall life did Sheepscote present, when I arrived here this afternoon! The water being now much out, the face of the countrie presented a new aspect; there were men threshing the walnut trees, children and women putting y nuts into osier baskets, a bailiff on a white horse overlooking them, and now and then galloping to another party, and splashing through the water. Then we found Mr. Agnew equallie busie with his apples, mounted half way up one of the trees, and throwing cherry pippins down into Rose's apron, and now and then making as though he would pelt her; onlie she

6th.-Walking together, this morning, Rose was avised to say, "Did Mr. Milton ever tell you the adventures of y Italian lady ?"-" Rely on it he never did," sayd Mr. Agnew. "Milton is as modest a man as ever breathed alle men of first class genius are soe."-" What was y adventure?" I askt, curiouslie. -" Why, I neede not tell you, Moll, that John Milton, as a youth, was extremelie handsome, even beautifull. His color came and went soe like a girl's, that we of Christ's college used to call him 'the lady,' and thereby annoy him noe little. One summer afternoone he and I and young King (Lycidas, you know) had started

dared him, and woulde not be frightened. Her on a country walk, (the countrie is not pretty, donkey, chewing apples in y corner, with the round Cambridge,) when we met in with an accider running out of his mouth, presented a ludi- quaintance whom Mr. Milton affected not, soe he crous image of enjoyment, and 't was evidently sayd he would walk on to yo first rising ground enhanct by Giles' brushing his rough coat with a and wait us there. On this rising ground stood a

birch besom, instead of minding his owne businesse of sweeping the walk. The sun, shining with mellow light on the mown grass and fresh clipt hornbeam hedges, made even y commonest objects distinct and cheerfulle; and y air was soe cleare, we coulde hear y village children afar off at theire play.

Rose had abundance of delicious new honey in y comb, and bread hot from the oven, for our earlie supper. Dick was tempted to stay too late; however, he is oft as late, now, returning from Audrey Paice, though my mother likes it not.

15th.-Rose is quite in good spiritts now, and we goe on most harmoniouslie and happilie. Alle

tree, beneath which our impatient young gentleman presentlie cast himself, and, having walked fast, and the weather being warm, soon falls asleep as sounde as a top. Meantime, King and I quit our friend and saunter forward pretty easilie. Anon comes up with us a caroche, with something I know not what of outlandish in its build; and within it, two ladies, one of them having the fayrest face I ever set eyes on, present companie duly excepted. The caroche having passed us, King and I mutuallie express our admiration, and thereupon, preferring turf to dust, got on the other side the hedge, which was not soe thick but that we coulde make out the caroche, and see the ladies descend from it, to walk up the hill. Having

our tastes are now in common; and I never more reached the tree, they paused in surprise at seeenjoyed this union of seclusion and society. Be-ing Milton asleep beneath it; and in prettie dumb sides, Mr. Agnew is more than commonlie kind, and shew, which we watcht sharplie, exprest their never speaks sternlie or sharplie to me now. Indeed, admiration of his appearance and posture, which this morning, looking thoughtfullie at me, he sayd, woulde have suited an Arcadian well enough. "I know not, cousin, what change has come over The younger lady, hastilie taking out a pencil you, but you are now alle that a wise man coulde and paper, wrote something which she laughinglove and approve." I sayd, It must be owing then lie shewed her companion, and then put into y

sleeper's hand. Thereupon, they got into their caroche, and drove off. King and I, dying with curiositie to know what she had writ, soon roused our friend and possest ourselves of y secret. The verses ran thus

Occhi, stelle mortali,
Ministre de miei mali,
Se, chiusi, m' uccidete,
Aperti, che farete?

"Milton colored, crumpled them up, and yet put them in his pocket; then askt us what the

to Dr. Jeremy Taylor, who had done me more goode, it woulde seeme, in three lessons, than he or Mr. Milton coulde imparte in thirty or three hundred. He sayd he was inclined to attribute it to a higher source than that; and yet, there was doubtlesse a great knack in teaching, and there was a good deal in liking the teacher. He had alwaies hearde y doctor spoken of as a good, pious, and clever man, though rather too high a prelatist. I sayd, "There were good men of alle sorts; there was Mr. Milton, who woulde pull y church down; there was Mr. Agnew, who woulde onlie have it lady was like. And herein lay the pleasantry of mended; and there was Dr. Jeremy Taylor, who y affair; for I truly told him she had a pearwas content with it as it stoode." Then Rose shaped face, lustrous black eyes, and a skin that askt me of y Puritanicall preachers. Then I shewed 'il bruno il bel non toglie;' whereas, showed her how they preached, and made her King, in his mischief, drew a fancy portrait, laugh. But Mr. Agnew woulde not laugh. But much liker you, Moll, than the incognita, which I made him laugh at last. Then he was angrie hit Milton's taste soe much better, that he was with himself and with me; only not very angry; believed for his payns; and then he declared that and sayd, I had a right to a name which he knew I had beene describing the duenna! - Some had beene given me, of "cleaving mischief." I time after, when Milton beganne to talk of visiting knew not he knew of it, and was checked, though Italy, we bantered him, and sayd he was going to I laught it off. look for y' incognita. He stoode it well, and sayd,

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