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CECIL GRAY; 
 
 OH, THE SOLDIER'S RKVKNOE 
 
 Soft twilight shades ^ye^e deepening into night, and from the 
 sky the stars were shining bright; and as the pale moon arose 
 in queenly beauty, it shone through the window of a noble 
 mansion in A., mantling with its silver lines the beautiful face 
 of Cecil Gray, as she sat in xoensive sadness gazing listlessly 
 around upon the gorgeous furniture of her chamber. Near her 
 was a small table, and upon it lay an open letter; the contents, 
 perhaps, the cause of the gloom that had settled upon her beau- 
 tiful countenance — fair Cecil Gray ! wooed by all, won bj^ whom ? 
 We will trespass a moment upon the rules of good breeding, 
 and vrill look at the name of the writer of that hiUet-doux, lying 
 ojDen before her. I am sure we will not be seen by her, as her 
 thoughts are too intent upon other things. Stop, I have seen 
 it; 'tis the name of "Walter Earnest. Cecil Gray thinks she 
 loves him, yet the image of another dearer is ever rising before 
 her mind as it grows more and more distinct; yet she feels that 
 to banish or strive to cease thinking of Elbert Grant will accom- 
 plish her purpose ; for will not an outward show of affection be 
 sufficient for Walter Earnest, and is he not rich and distingu- 
 ished as an eminent lawyer ? Yes, it is decided, Walter Earnest, 
 and no other, shall gain the hand of Cecil Gray. So, avray with 
 your wooing, Elbert Grant, for Cecil Gray is the affianced bride 
 of Walter Earnest. What a -sictory to achieve! after having 
 made manj^ hearts ache beneath her bewitching glance. 
 
 Such were the thoughts of the proud beauty as we found her, 
 so intent upon' the future — the glory of the eclat that would 
 follow her debut as Mrs. Lawyer Earnest. 
 
 Her train of thought, however, did not remain so triumphant 
 very long, for an ai)proaching footstep and a ring at the hall 
 door warned her to j)rei)are, with her many fascinating graces, 
 for a visitor. 
 
 "Walter E , I know," said Cecil, as she approached to 
 
 open the door herself; and "^-ith a smile, but not for Elbert 
 Cirant, for it was no other than he, she bade him enter, and be 
 seated. The sudden pallor that o'er spread her features betraj-ed 
 , an uneasy feeling, but to Elbert Grant, Cecil was lovelier than 
 ever ; 'twas some moments before either spoke a word, and when 
 Elbert Grant did sj)eak he broached upon a subject too painful 
 to Cecil for her to hide her real leelings. 
 
 "What! Cecil Gray," said Elbert Grant, " after giving me 
 
 every encouragement necessary to confirm it in my mind, that I 
 
 ' was a favored suitor, and to one beloved : after having to un- 
 
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 derstaiid that you have trifled with my feeliiigs I am now to be- 
 spiuiied; and, too, after having poured out my all of love upon 
 the shrine I thought so willing to return my adoration, what is 
 my retm-n? The dissembling smiles of an accomplished cbquetie, 
 is all I have for reqiiital for my almost sacred worship." 
 
 "Speak not so, Elbert Grant," said the pale and agitated 
 Cecil; but not deigning a reply, and murmuring a hasty fare- 
 Avell, Elbert Grant dei^arted. 
 
 And with a heavy heart did he pace the floor of his apai'tment, 
 u small office in A., plainly but neatly furnished, containing a 
 few of the luxuries of a student of medicine, unlike the sump- 
 tuous apartments of Walter Earnest. "Walter E. and Elbert 
 Grant had been friends and associates from childhood; but now 
 that they both strove to gain the same prize — rivals in love — 
 there was a growing enmity existing between them that it 
 seemed nought could eradicate. 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 After Elbert Grant departed, Cecil burst into a flood of tears, 
 and ^^"ith the most agonizing feelings, prepared to di-ess herself 
 for an evening party to which "\V. Earnest had promised to ac- 
 company her. 
 
 After having gone through with all the graces of her toilet, 
 and her maid having pronounced her di'ess comi^lete, she quietly 
 sui'veyed herself in an opposite mirror, and with a haughty air, 
 she asked of her maid: "Do you not think me a x^rize worthy 
 to be gained by any suitor ?" Of course, her maid answered the 
 question satislhctorily, and after having flattered her with all 
 the honeyed words she knew was requisite to satisfy her mis- 
 tress's pride, she descended the staii's with her mistress, and 
 going before her to oi^en the parlor door, they were suddenh* 
 confronted by W. Earnest, who, after pas.sing the Tisual compli- 
 ments upon the costume of his fair one, he proftered his arm for 
 her acceptance. Bowing a triumphant assent, she took it, and 
 its being the hour to repair- to the Soiree at Mrs. Wilson's, and 
 as it was but a short distance fi-om Cecil's father's, they were 
 soon mingling in the gay and mirthfiil crowd. 
 
 Cecil Gray was pronounced the belle of that bright assembly: 
 and as murmurs of admiration ran through the gaj" crowd, all 
 were willing to declare Cecil Gray the brightest star among 
 them. There was one who watched her with an untiring eye, 
 and v.hose thoughts were upon her alone ; little dreaming that 
 the haughty Cecil Gray was straggling between the duty of love 
 for him and the smiles of a golden fortune. 
 
 Cecil Gray's parents were not rich but were styled well oft', 
 and through many worldly trials and hard struggles, had .suc- 
 ceeded in laying up a small^tore for Cecil. After giving her a 
 sound education, and as they said, after making a lady of her. 
 they trusted her beauty for the rest. Thus far .she had succeed- 
 ed in plaj-ing her cards well as to the manyiug of fortune, for 
 she was soon to be the bride of Walter E . 
 
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 CHAPTER III. 
 
 Cecil after having mingled for some time in the gixy dance 
 until she was beginning to feel fatigued, she sought the quiet of 
 an adjoining gallery, where in its solitude she strove to lull the 
 wild throbbings of her breast but it was not there to be found, 
 for Elbert Grant noticed her departure : and as he had went 
 there alone to get an opiDortunity to speak to her, it was all he 
 wished, and as he followed her he was soon by her side. Cecil 
 seemed very much surprised, but recovering her self possession, 
 she bowed a cold good evening to Elbert Grant, who, scarcely 
 noting the condescension, sprang to her side and with hurried 
 and passionate vehemence, exclaimed: 
 
 "Oh, Cecil! Precious Cecil, can I not hope yet? will j'ou 
 not give me one hope to cling to; 'tis hard to part from my 
 heart's idol, give it u^d forever?" 
 
 Cecil Gray would have given the world to soothe his sorrow, 
 Ijut she could not give up the thought of a glittering fortune, 
 and striving to speak with more determination, she replied to 
 his passionate appeal: 
 
 '•Elbert Grant, there is many a fairer form than mine, many 
 a brighter eye, a sweeter smile that can live for you, go and 
 seek." 
 
 _ "So," said Elbert, "you bid me go, quit the land of my nati- 
 vity forever; yes, I vdll go, but not to seek at your command, 
 but go retaining the undying love within my*^ breast for you. 
 Farewell — Oh! Cecil Gray, remember!" 
 
 He departed, and it was well for Cecil, as "Walter E was 
 
 not long waiting for her but was soon by her side, and with a 
 look of some surprise, asked: "Wh}; this seclusion, fair Cecil, 
 when so many are waiting your coming?" and iDointing at the 
 same time to the dancers, said, "there is no life without you." 
 Cecil could scarcely suppress a tear as she took his arm to re- 
 sume her place among the dancers. 
 
 The music soon was hushed, the sound of rushing feet was 
 still, and quiet reigned once more at Mrs. Wilson's. Two 
 o'clock found Cecil and Walter Earnest on their way home. 
 
 AValter E was silent for some moments, when he suddenly 
 
 turned to Cecil and asked her if she had seen Elbert Grant at 
 the party, or whether she had spoken to him or not. Cecil 
 would fain have denied speaking to him, but she feared she had 
 been discovered; and as she answered and told him where she 
 had seen him, W. Earnest felt a pang of jealousy, 'and with a 
 slight tremor in his voice that betrayed the workings of his 
 passion, he remarked that E. Grant did not remain long at the 
 party, and inquired— 
 
 " Were you the cause of his sudden departure? I say, Cecil, 
 be candid with me." 
 
 " Perhax^s I was," replied Cecil. 
 
 "Perhaps, you are not certain then; I am certain," sai-d 
 Walter Earnest. " for after lookinu" m for a brighter eve and a 
 
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 sweeter smile he depurtecl. Beware I Cecil Gray," resumed 
 Walter Earnest, "if there is any attachment existing ])etweeu 
 you and Elbert Grant, I am not the man to be deceived." 
 
 " "Why do you speak thus V" said Cecil, "have I ever given 
 you any reason to think that, after giving you my heart and 
 hand that another is prefeiTcd." 
 
 "God forbid," said "Walter Earnest, and after exchanging re- 
 peated vows of constancy, they separated at the door of Cecil's 
 house. 
 
 Cecil Gray to the slumberless rest of an uneasy mind and 
 Walter Earnest to bask in dreams of love and happiness. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. • 
 
 Time wore on marked with a fleeting breath to Walter Ear- 
 nest. How he longed to clasp Cecil Gray to his heart and call 
 her wife; and with a growing impatience he again sought her 
 father's residence, when, finding Cecil in all the charms of lan- 
 guid loveliness, he beseeched her, with all the eloquence of love, 
 to set the day that would complete his happiness. She finally 
 blessed him with the promise of an appointed dav, which was 
 the 4th of July, 185—. 
 
 Great prej^arations were being made at Gray' Mount for the 
 approaching event, which was to launch Cecil Gray on the 
 ocean of matrimony. Oh, how happy was Walter Earnest, and 
 with all the pride of a chosen he invited his numerous fi-iends 
 to partake of the good cheer of his wedding morn. 
 
 After inviting all that he could well remember — he did not 
 forget to seek out Elbert Grant as one of the select invited. 
 Ungenerous Walter, he only wished him to behold the consum- 
 mation of his own misery: but Elbert Grant was- gone. Walter 
 made several inquiries as to where Elbert was gone but none 
 led to his discovery. Walter Earnest, after finding his search 
 fruitless, returned to his office and then "vsith the helj) of various 
 superfluities — pomatum and broad cloth — he soon came out a 
 jjolished bridegroom. 
 
 And soon amidst the numerous congratulations of his friends, 
 accompanied by them, he repaired to Gray Mount, where, after 
 greeting the vast assembly there, and ha^'ing been sufficiently 
 flattered by all, he could wait no longer; and with what a happy 
 smile did Walter Earnest stand by his fair bride, and with a 
 clear deep voice vowed faith and constancy' unto the end. 
 
 Cecil Gray's voice trembled as she was bade by the aged pas- 
 tor to take "\Valter Earnest as her owti forever. Her words were 
 scarcely audible, such were the deep emotions of her heart. 
 Yet, all thought Cecil Gray happy. How .she wished .she had 
 never seen Walter Earnest ; how she prayed that death might 
 relieve her. 
 
 Ah, vain, vain, Cecil Gray, too late came your sad regrets, 
 pledged, you are won as the wife of Walter Earnest, who thinks 
 that he alone is beloved by you. 
 
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 CHAPTEE Y. 
 
 Elegantly and expensively furnished was the tiitnre house of 
 Cecil Earnest, witlf all the luxuries that southern wealth could 
 afford; and after remaining a few days longer at her father's 
 house, Cecil bade adieu to the scenes made dear by associations 
 from childhood, and sought with Walter Earnest, the comforts 
 of their own fireside. 
 
 In vain Cecil strove to be happy. All the endearing epithets 
 that were all her own; all the tender smiles that "Walter cast 
 upon her, failed to call forth one beam of happiness. Yet Wal- 
 ter Earnest believed Cecil happy; believed that all her smiles 
 were reflected from a true heart that lived for him alone. 
 
 How well did Cecil deceive him, making him content for a 
 while with an outward show of affection. But it was not long- 
 so, Walter Earnest soon learned to feel wretched, to know that 
 his wife did not exhibit the right kind of feeling for him. 
 Labor was irksome to him, business lost the charm of steadi- 
 ness, and after vainly trying something new, he gave up all en- 
 terprising pursuits and finally lapsed into listless inactivity. 
 
 Years rolled on and two lovely babes lived, but not to bless 
 their unhappy union. How Walter Earnest worshipped his 
 childi-en, so did Cecil; yet despite their childish innocence they 
 failed to unite those wretched hearts. 
 
 And at last when the tramp of war sounded throughout our 
 beloved country, calling for every brave heart to join in the 
 struggle for liberty and independence, gladly" did Walter Ear- 
 nest respond to its calling, and getting a commission as Captain 
 he bade adieu to his precious children, Cecil and home, and 
 with a noble band entered in active service in Yirginia. No 
 sad regrets, no sigh of grief were breathed by Cecil at parting; 
 but as an unfaithful feeling of relief came over her as she gazed 
 at the receding form of W. Earnest, she resolved to free herself 
 from him forever. She knew well she could not present any 
 reasonable demand for a divorce, and after reflecting long upon 
 the subject, she concluded to leave her home accompanied by 
 her children, and seek a home among some of her relatives in 
 the North ; and knowing Elbert Grant was there she wished, of 
 course, to meet him. 
 
 As she one evening was pondering over her future determina- 
 tions, and quietly looking on the innocent plaj^ of her children, 
 — for she loved ever thus to be occupied — for Cecil idolized 
 them both. As she was thus musing she heard a low knock at 
 the door and rising to oj)en it, she was accosted by a wayworn 
 soldier, wearing the garb of a Confederate trooper. Bidding 
 him welcome, and after setting before him some delicate re- 
 freshments, partly prepared by her own hands, Cecil ventured 
 to ask his name, as there was something in his features that 
 awakened tender memories of old in the bosom of Cecil Ear- 
 nest. 
 
 " Grant is my name," said the soldier. 
 
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 "Grant! great God I" almost scroamed Cecil, "are you 
 Elbert Grant's brother; for, Oh, yon are his image?" 
 
 "I am," quietly replied the soldier, "Elbert Grant is my 
 brother; but," said he, "I must be going."* 
 
 "Stay, stay," cried Cecil, "fear nothing: and tell me, oh. tell 
 me !" she passionately exclaimed, "where Elbert Grant isV" 
 
 Leon Grant not seeming at all suii:)rised at this demonstra- 
 tion of feeling in the fair Cecil, he answered: 
 
 " Elbert Grant, my brctther. is an officer in the Federal army, 
 madam ; and being acquainted with the past history of his at- 
 tachment to a lady in this conntiy. Miss Cecil Gray, I believe, 
 perhaps I am not mistaken in the person before me. Ai-e you 
 Cecil Gray?" but looking around, — "whose children are these 
 two beautiful ones here '.■' Ai-e you married ?" 
 
 " O, unhappy me I" exclaimed Cecil, "yes, man-ied, and 
 those angels are mine. And I am so wretched, for I never loved 
 but one and that one is Elbert Grant, whose precious image 
 haunts me night and day." 
 
 " Calm yourself," said Leon, "perhaps it will be some com- 
 fort to yoii to know that my brother still lives for you and you 
 alone. " And I have often heard him say. although you treated 
 him so unkindly, yet it could never chill his undying affection 
 for you, — but stop, madam, I must be going, and uovn* that I 
 can' trust you, I must confess that I am a Federal soldier mj-self, 
 or will be'one as soon as I reach my brothers command on the 
 banks of the Potomac," 
 
 "Then, you will see himl" passionately exclaimed Cecil, 
 "tell him, O, tell him, how I still love him, how I have suffered 
 for him; and that I would give the world to see him." 
 
 " But," said Leon, turning suddenly to Cecil, "where is your 
 husband?" 
 
 " He was killed in the battle of Miinassas," replied Cecil. 
 
 " So you are a -vN-idow. Is there any commands for my bro- 
 ther? I would be happy to be the bearer." 
 
 "Yes, yes, wait," said Cecil, and seating herself she wrote a 
 hasty note as follows : 
 
 Elbekt Grant, U. S. A. 
 
 Dearest Elheri — I know you will be suii:)nsed at the 
 receipt of this, and too, fi-om one you believe to have forgotton 
 you and ceased to think of you. Your brother will tell you all. 
 b. dear Elbert, how -v^Tctched I have been: how oft' have I 
 wished myself dead for the ciiiel treatment you have received at 
 my hands'. O, Dearest Elliert. can you forgive me : one who 
 has loved you so long. Comfort me. I am so wretched. 
 
 Your taithful 
 
 Cecil, 
 
 CHAPTEli YI, 
 
 L^'on Grunt after many hair 1 )readth escapes, finally reached 
 
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 the uoitlieru ciimp ou the banks of the Potomac, aud after doff- 
 ing his disguise he made himself known to his sni"j)rised and 
 happy brother. 
 
 ' ' Is it indeed j'oii, Leon, " said Elbert Grant, ' ' how glad I 
 am to see you? Any news of a rebel movement below?" said 
 he, with some anxiety. 
 
 "All quiet," replied Leon, '-passed right through the lines. 
 Lee is calm as a summer's morn. " 
 
 " I guess you are tired and would like some refreshments," 
 said Elbert, and retiring into the tent, beckoned Leon to follow 
 him. '-Here is some good old madeira," said he, "will vou try 
 it?" 
 
 "Not until I have given j'ou another slight surprise," said 
 Leon, and searching in his overcoat he withdi'ew from one of 
 its ample pockets a small package ; after unfolding it he threw 
 it to his brother, exclaiming: "there Ell. is something you are 
 little looking for." 
 
 "What, a letter, and fi-om whom?" inquired Elbert, and 
 glancing at the name of the writer he hurriedly exclaimed: 
 "Cecil Earnest, my God I what does this mean?" 
 
 "Be quiet," said Leon, "perhax)s you can do something for 
 the fair widow. " 
 
 " My Cecil man-ied, and a widow !" 
 
 "She told me so," said Leon, and after narrating his adven- 
 tures, together with an account of Cecil and family, he added: 
 "She would give the world to see you, Elbert." 
 
 " Did she say so, my poor Cecil? Yes, see her I will, though 
 Lee sweeps the hordes of the north to the Red Sea. So, brother, 
 come," said Elbert, " advise me, not another moment's rest can 
 I have until I have gained the port where hies my own Cecil." 
 
 "Perhaps jon had better wait. The army would not like to 
 lose such an able officer. A few more inonths may put an end 
 to this hated struggle, then you can greet Cecil 'neath the ban- 
 ner of peace." 
 
 CHAPTER YII. 
 
 AVe will now follow Walter Earnest in his dreary wanderings 
 through the proud old State of Virginia. 
 
 After leaving home he reached Virginia in safety, and partici- 
 pated in several battles there, not receiving a single wound. 
 He was finally sent with reinforcements to the valley of Missis- 
 sippi. Walter Earnest cared but little for life, it had but little 
 charms for him, yet he still worshipped his children; and but 
 for them, he was often heard to remark, he would never dodge 
 a cannon ball. 
 
 In the meantime Cecil's letters became less frequent, as she 
 had an object in not wishing to receive any letters from him. 
 As she found it necessary to remain at home we will explain her 
 object: She knew that if Grant still lived that he would seek to 
 find her; and, furthermore, she knew that Walter Earnest had 
 
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 no intention of returning home until the var was over. So she 
 knew if she circulated a report respecting the death of Walter, 
 throughout the neighborhood, that it would be readily believed, 
 and that if she ceased to ^^Tite to him he would cease to write to 
 her, thus contirming her stor\' of his death. She acted accord- 
 ingly, and soon she was known as the Widow Earnest. 
 
 She had heard fi-om some source that Elbert Grant was on 
 his way to se* her. She, of course, was overjoyed at the 
 thoughts of marrying him. 
 
 We will now leave her to her inglorious reflections and return 
 to Walter Earnest, whose bravery and valor as a soldier and 
 officer, had won him many friends: even his enemies were forced 
 to confess their recognition of his brilliant achievements on the 
 held of battle. 
 
 The rumor of an approaching battle was rife throughout the 
 tair Mississippi valley, and every brave heart was ready to par- 
 ticiiDate in its bloody scenes; and as they impatiently waited the 
 signal for the strife they were not left in suspense, for soon the 
 cannons were booming loud and long, shot and shell hailed rife 
 o"er the battle ground; groans of the wounded and dying were 
 heard above the crack of the unerring rifle. And in the midst of 
 the heartless strife was seen a steed and rider plunging thro' the 
 mass of struggling souls, and high above the flashing artillery 
 was heard the tones of command from a deep clear voice, which, 
 none that knew could foil to recognise as the voice of Walter 
 Earnest. 
 
 He met the deathly missiles with unwavering bravery. And 
 when the smoke died away, leaving the ground victorious to 
 our Southern boys, we see the same noble officer charging 
 through the camj)s, bearing from the ground a rifle, saddle bags, 
 holsters, «S:c., as trophies of the Shiloh fight. His face is un- 
 usually pale, and as we scan his features more closeh', we can 
 see the Avorkiugs of deep emotions. 
 
 Halting at his tent and thro\\-ing the bridle carelessly to his 
 charger he left him to graze at will, while he proceeded to dis- 
 play his won treasures to the gaze of his admiring fiiends. 
 
 On a carved silver plate, the mounting of the holster, was en- 
 graved the name of E. Grant, Col. commanding 5th X. Y. lieg. 
 Walter Earnest refused to answer any inquiries concerning his 
 trouble, for all knew he was laboring under some new excite- 
 ment. W. Earnest proceeded to empty the saddle bags of its 
 contents, and among the many things it contained was the 
 letter from Cecil to Grant, sent him by his brother Leon. 
 
 On, on, rushed AValter Earnest, with maddening fury, to the 
 head quarters of his commander, demanding a furlough home, 
 giving as his excuse and vash for such a sudden determination 
 urgent business. Determined to rescue his children, that desire 
 and the desire of revenge now alone filled his breast. 
 
 He determined to kill Grant if he ever crossed his pathway. 
 How sweet to him was the thoughts of revenge. 
 
 Earnest failed to get a furlough at that time, Vmt after repeated 
 
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 applications fiuall}' succeeded in getting an unlimited one. 
 Elbert Grant was an honorable man; O how cruellj'he had been 
 deceived by Cecil Earnest. 
 
 CHAPTEE YIII. 
 
 The cool soft winds were wafting from the bowers the svv'eetest 
 perfume of the lovely flowers. And as the evening shades grew 
 
 dim upon the wide prairies of F , still the form of a weary 
 
 horseman is plainly visible, and as he urges his steed to a 
 quicker pace we can see plainly that he is in a deep study. Sad 
 is the expression of his noble brow, as he seems to be laboring 
 under some deep emotions. 
 
 He starts suddenly' as an old familiar way-sign greets his tear- 
 ful eye. But it is not with a bounding home again does he 
 quicken his pace ; no, for he would fain enter his own neighbor- 
 hood secretly, as a hunter vdshiug ,to deprive a tigress of her 
 young. 
 
 Taking a secluded path through the skirt of a deep woodland 
 adjoining his own possessions, wishing to avoid any encounter 
 with familiar faces, he slowly and cautiously rode along, heed- 
 ing not the shades of night that was ^^Tapping all nature in its 
 sombre mantle. His thoughts on his j)recious children and on 
 bygone days. 
 
 He scarcely heeded a voice calling: "Walter, Walter Earnest; 
 great God I is that you, when the whole country has been rife 
 with the news of your death long ago, and your widow?" 
 
 Earnest not deigning any ceremony replied: -'Yes, Sammy 
 ivichards, it is I." 
 
 Richards was an old Mend and had suddenly confronted 
 "Walter in the forest on his way home fi-om a hunt. 
 
 Earnest inquired anxiously: '-Sam, is all right oyer there ?" 
 pointing to his own house. 
 
 Richards not waiting any further explanations replied: 
 '•Earnest, your widow is to be married to night to some gi'and 
 fellow, I believe his name is Grant." 
 
 "To be man-ied, great God, thinks me dead! Well, stop, 
 Sam Richards, not a word of me — " 
 
 Walter Eai-nest would fain behold her. 
 
 "I would fain see if her voice trembles while giving the 
 sacred vow. Let no one know I am about." 
 
 "All right," said Richards, "you know you can trust me." 
 
 Walter Earnest after leaving his steed securely bound in an 
 adjacent wood, taking his gun with him, crept softly towards his 
 dwelling. 
 
 As he drew near he beheld his house in a blaze of splendor, 
 crowded with the elite of A — — . He wanted only to see one 
 form, to recognise one face. 
 
 Hour after hour went by, he wavered not. Patiently waiting 
 he at last beheld Cecil. Magnificently attired in her' wedding 
 dress, hanging lovingly upon the ann of Elbert Grant. 
 
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 All was commotiou ; cveiy eye wished to behold the consum- 
 mation of so much happiness. 
 
 As Cecil was breathing her fervent vow the crack of a pistol 
 was heard, a scream, and the manlj- noble form of Elbert Grant 
 was laid low in death. None knew there, from whence he had 
 received his death portion. But all knew that Cecil Earnest's 
 heart was well nigh broke. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 Moaning with pain, lay Cecil Earnest. Heeding not the de- 
 parture of her children as they stole softly ti-om her chamber, 
 and whispering: "there, let mama rest." 
 
 No, she knew not that she had gotten the last glimpse of 
 their angel faces. On went the innocent ones nntir they were 
 finally out of sight of the house, and revelling in their innocent 
 amusements, thej' were suddenly alarmed by a noise behind 
 them^ and rising to flee homeward they were each called by 
 name: recognizing their father's voice, they sprang to him, and 
 clasping him lovingly around the neck, exclaimed: 
 
 " O papa, is this you ? Have you come to see mama, she is 
 so sick'?*' 
 
 "Hush, hush," said "Walter, "make no noise, come with 
 papa." 
 
 Following him in mute sitrprise they quietly obeyed, and 
 taking a seat in the vehicle he had in waiting they were soon 
 
 upon the road to St. L , where they were to take a boat. 
 
 His mother residing in 'M he intended having them reared 
 
 under her charge. 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 Cecil Earnest awoke from her litful slumbers, and calling for 
 her childi-en she was frantic with despair when her maid in- 
 formed her of their absence. 
 
 Xo one made any effort to recover them, for by that time Sam 
 
 R , knoAving W. Earnest was gone, had made it known 
 
 thi-oughout the neighborhood that he had seen him. All knew 
 it was just, that she well deserved her -sATetchedness. Few at- 
 tended Cecil Earnest in her last hours but a faithful old servant 
 and Leon Grant, who was with her nntiiiugly. Elbert Grant, 
 Lessie and Maud, the names of her childi-en, were incoherently 
 Tittered in her last moments. 
 
 Oh ! what a sad ending to one but for vanity would have been 
 so happy. 
 
 In the quiet gi-ave yard of A. , is interred the unhappy Cecil Ear- 
 nest, and above her "vnitten upon a marble slab is this inscrip- 
 tion, by Leon Grant : 
 
 IX :memoey of 
 Cecil Earnest, whose undj-ing devotion to one caused her to 
 forget her duty as a wife to another — peace to hek ashes. 
 
ROSA SHERWOOD; 
 
 OR. THE AVENGER. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Silence reigned throughout the rebel camp on the banks of 
 the Potomac. 
 
 The steady tramp of the sentinel was the only martial sound 
 heard save the crack of a picket gun on guard, more frequently 
 shooting at some passing game than at an enemy. 
 
 The soldiers were lounging around the tents in all the luxury 
 of a rest after a fatiguing march of five days. 
 
 There was a group of fine looking fellows standing aloof from 
 the rest enjoying a quiet confab, seeming to have no desire of 
 disturbance from the rest of their fellow comrades. 
 
 " What a dreary life we lead here," said one; "without the 
 smile of lovely woman Earth is indeed a WTetched wilderness, 
 made up with what is generally termed men, but truthfully 
 speaking, a set of brutes. " 
 
 " For my part," said another, whose scowling face and wicked 
 looking eyes, proclaiming him one of the "homo genus" that 
 cared but little for the fair sex, "for my part," said he, "I 
 think men vrould get along better without ever getting a glimpse 
 of the deceitful creatures." 
 
 "What, you, Yalery!" said his comrade, "a man who I 
 thought could scarcely endure the service, because it veiled him 
 from the sight of some charming face," 
 
 "Not I, Nelson," replied Yalery, "I've got enough of one 
 girl in this world I I believe I did love her, but it is done and I 
 can't help it." 
 
 "Done what ?" said Nelson. 
 
 Valery Lee looked up surprised, and only replied: 
 
 " Tut, tut, I was only talking at random." 
 
 " So," said Nelson, " you will tell us no more of the 'fairj-.* 
 I dare say she has you irrevocably charmed." And the merr\- 
 fellow broke forth into a loud laugh at the frowns on Valery's 
 brow, called forth by his sentimental accusation. 
 
 "Not I," replied Yalerv, " there you are indeed mistaken." 
 
 "Well," said another, " I do not wish to be kept in this cruel 
 war long, if I am to be kept from the sight of one bright eyed 
 fairy, whose image reflects sunshine to my now lonely heart." 
 
 "Oh, if I was at home," said another, " I would show you 
 that Susie was beloved by me; if I am one of the homeliest "fel- 
 lows in the whole company." 
 
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 After this outbur.-it ol' bentimcnt from our homely hero, the 
 reply from one of his comrades was: 
 
 "Hush, hush, Hai-old ; you are not the only ugly fellow in 
 the crowd, for look yonder!" pointing to a fellow comrade op- 
 posite him who was so intent on a piece of bacon and bread. 
 
 He did not seem to think there was no little sport going on at 
 his espcnso. 
 
 "Hello there, Eufus!" said one of our chosen, -'come over 
 here."' 
 
 Eufus, dropping the remainder of his grub, walked slowly over 
 to our mess, inquired gniftty: 
 
 '• "What do you want A\-ith me ?" 
 
 "We want to see Avhether you can beat " Bob Kendall." 
 looking ugly or not." 
 
 ' ' Suppose you represent your feelnigs in the way of grimaces 
 on an occasion of a clean up of our ai-my by • Our Dearly Be- 
 loved Brudders,' just across the river," pointing to the Yankee 
 forces. 
 
 ••"NVell, Bob," said Kufus, goodnatiu-edly, " since we are the 
 • butt ' to-night, suppose we make them ail pay well for the ex- 
 hibition ! 
 
 "Good," said Boll, and good, cried all. "I, for oul-,' said a 
 fun loving fellow, "will treat to some good old Monongahela — 
 by the Avay, whieh is only a little sweetened water." (Aside.) 
 
 "Well, begin,'* said Bob. 
 
 Many a hearty laugh rang out that night, as Eufus's and 
 Bob's exhibition was in process. And finally, as Eufus gained 
 the victory, he was triumphantly earned on the shoulders of 
 the mess, and being crowned the victor of the occasion, they 
 set him down to a camp feast, to enjoy the glorj' of his tri- 
 umph. Rufus was heard to remark in the course of his enjoy- 
 ment: "Egad, there is something in being tamal uglv. 
 after all!" 
 
 Such were the many instances of amusement that relieved 
 the dreariness of "camii life" among our "dear Southern 
 boys." ^ 
 
 To-night it seems that every iacc is lighted up with a smile of 
 utmost contentment, as all are revelling in their various en- 
 joyments. 
 
 All, save Yalery Lee; whose surly countenance sj^eaks plainly 
 for him, that his thoughts are on other things. 
 
 He quietly takes a seat near a sentinel, whose gloomy tread 
 is more in accordance vrith. his feelings; and as it is somewhat 
 of a secluded place, ho contents himself by brooding over 
 some past misfortune. 
 
 CHAPTEB II. 
 
 ^\js approaching footstep aroused the sentinel, and as the call 
 for the " watchword " is given, it is quickly responded to. and 
 
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 at the word *'pass/"a .voutli of apparently 18 or 19 years of 
 age, enters the *' rebel camps." 
 
 His face is one of extremely delicate mould ; and as his voice 
 is e xceedingly musical, it naturally arouses a peculiar interest 
 in the mind of the sentinel. 
 
 The sentinel kindlv inquired, "where bound mv voung 
 fellow?" 
 
 To which the youth replies, "I wish to see iny brother, who 
 is Captain of Company C, Regiment ." 
 
 *' What is your name, my good fellow ?" 
 
 "Mortimer Sherwood, sir, and my brother is Dwight Sher- 
 wood; perhaps you know him." 
 
 "Well, I think I do, but that is a real Northern name!" 
 
 "•True, SU-, we are both natives of the North, but as our 
 father espoused the Southern cause, vre of course, joined vrith 
 him in the struggle. But my brother," resumed the youth. " I 
 T,-ould like to get some directions as to where his tent is." 
 
 "Well, well," replied the sentinel, "go along, and as yoa 
 pass No. 8, just to your right is Capt. Sherwood's tent." 
 
 "Thank you," said the youth, and moving on, soon gained 
 his brother's tent. Entering quietly and finding his brother 
 alone, soon makes himself laiown in the person of Eosa Sher- 
 wood in disguise. 
 
 "Ah! my little sister, I've been terribly uneasy about you, 
 and now that you are here, I am still more at a loss to know 
 how to shield you from discovery." Her woman's wit was 
 ready, as she quickly replied : 
 
 "As for that, Dwight, just give me a more complete 
 disguise, and allow me to serve you as a lackey." 
 
 "Capital," replied Dwight, " step behind that curtain, Eosa, 
 and don this suit." At the same time displacing a ragged coat 
 and pants and slouched hat. "At ycur ser^-ice, Made- 
 moiselle." 
 
 Eosa quietly obeyed, and as she again made her appearance, 
 Dwight di'ew his sword in real anger ; forgetting Eosa a 
 moment, supposing her to be some thief, and when Eosa saw 
 his mistake, she cried : ' ' Oh ! l:>rother D%^'ight, don't you 
 know me ?" he was still surprised. But when she doifed her 
 wig and displaying a \^Teath of golden curls, he went to her, 
 and kissing her tenderly, said: "It is indeed you, my poor, 
 dear little sister Eosa, but your voice darling, had changed." 
 She soon satisfied him, by opening her mouth and displaying 
 at the same time, a small tube, the means of changing her 
 voice. 
 
 "Well, Eosa, your disguise is complete, but why wish to 
 remain so long? 'NMiy not do your work and go back again?"' 
 
 "0! you know brother, I wait to listen and see if my name 
 is ever mentioned bj- him, and if he intends to be faithful to 
 me. I will do nothing, but just one hint to the contrary, and 
 Valery Lee is " 
 
 "Hush, hush, Eosa! His tent is but a few feet from here: 
 
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 he may even now be listening to us. Step out Kosa, and let ua 
 look around, so that you can get used to the change." 
 
 Rosa stepped boldly out and as her brother whispered, would 
 you like to see him ? She gladly consented. So they were soon 
 mingling in a crowd of soldiers, Valerj' Lee among the rest, 
 who failed to recognize her. After Valery Lee had conversed 
 with Mr. Mortimer Shei-wood upon various subjects, he finaUy 
 ventured to ask the fair youth if he was a relative of Miss Eo.sa 
 Sherwood, of Lichfield ? 
 
 "I am," said the youth, his face assuming an ashen hue. 
 
 "I know her well," said Valery Lee. "And as you are a 
 relative, I suppose that you have a natural interest in her ?" 
 continued he. 
 
 " Certainly I have," said the youth, "and praj' sii-," resumed 
 he, " may I ask what you know of my fan- cousin, since you 
 speak so confidingly to me ?" 
 
 "I hope," said Valery Lee confidingly, "that you will not 
 consider my trust presumptuous ?" 
 
 "Not at all," replied the youth. "On the contraiy, I con- 
 consider myself highly honored with the confidence of a 
 'stranger.' " 
 
 "Well," resumed Valery Lee, "I once loved Eosa Sherwood, 
 and but for the weakness of woman displayed in her, I would 
 still love her; but again, that can never be. Although my com- 
 rades think me unmovable upon the subject of matrimony, yet, 
 there is one dear creature that lives but a short distance from 
 here, visited by me, when all think me taking my usual solitary 
 walk. Yes, she is soon to be mine, my own Miriam. But sir, 
 remember my confidence; although you are a stranger, but few 
 know of my approaching union with the * idol " of my heart, 
 Miriam Ludlow. " 
 
 " Good night," said the youth, suddenly turning from Lee, 
 and resuming his walk, he soon entered Capt. .Sherwood's tent. 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 DwiGHi Sherwood entered his tent and beheld his beautiful 
 sister in an agony of weeping. As she recognized her brother's 
 footstep, she arose, and with a voice tremulous with a deter- 
 mined passion, she said, "Dwight, my own dear brother, it 
 must be done. I have heard it all." and she almost shrieked, 
 He is to be married soon to one Miriam Ludlow. He uncon- 
 sciously gave rae his confidence, supposing me to be only 
 Rosa Sherwood's cousin, he told me all. So D\\ight. it must 
 be done ! 
 
 " But when Rosa ?" inquired Dwight. 
 
 " Oh I" said she. "the night that will consummate his fondest 
 hopes, and that will be a seal to my lasting misery. I have 
 promised to stand by you in this awful hour of revenge for 
 ^Tongs that can never be revenged. Oh I revenge is sweet." 
 said Rosa, "audi will havs it" 
 
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 "But hoAv is it to be managed?'' inquired Dwight, with 
 anxiety. 
 
 "Well," said Kosa, "you must manage to get an invitation 
 to the marriage, then " 
 
 "Then what? my poor sister," 
 
 "Then, I tell you, my brother, all will be ri^ht." 
 
 "How will you manage, Eosa? Tell mc quick, while you 
 have a chance ?" 
 
 Eosa drew from her pocket a small vial, containing the most 
 deadly poison, and handing it to her brother, said, "" that is for 
 her," and this said, dra-^-ing from her bosom a gleaming 
 stiletto, "this too, shall find its way to his heart !" 
 
 "As you please, Eosa," said Dwight, "but would to God, I 
 could win you from such a terrible determination." 
 
 CHAPTEE lY. 
 
 Day after day rolled on, and ^Mortimer Sherwood was the 
 regular attendant of Captain Sherwood, frequently serving 
 Valery Lee's mess in the capacity of a lackey, but was never 
 discovered. Finally Yalery Lee's marriage eve arrived, and as 
 Dwight and Mortimer Sherwood were privately im-ited, they 
 made every preparation for the event, and repaired to Ludlow 
 Manor, where, in all splendor of wealth and luxurv, they found 
 the mansion crowded ^^'ith the fairest, of Eichm^ond's' lovely 
 daughters. And in the midst of all, was seen the beautiful 
 bride, clad in robes of splendor. She was surpassingly beauti- 
 ful, and as Eosa glanced at her happy countenance, a pang of 
 regret entered her heart, but stifling her better feeling, she 
 murmured, "Never! never! This night shall seal my determi- 
 nation." 
 
 The ceremony was over and all were revelling in the joy of a 
 wedding feast. The lovely bride was seen to take a glass con- 
 taining wine from a small table, and as she bowed gracefully, 
 she drank a toast to all. 
 
 "Well done, my Miriam," said Valery Lee. 
 Miriam strove to reply, but the efifort proved fruitless. She 
 staggered and fell to the floor a stiffened corpse !" 
 
 Valery Lee was in an agony of grief, as he bowed in bitter 
 wTetchedness over the lovely form of Miriam cold in death. 
 
 A thousand inquiries were made concerniiig her sudden death. 
 Not a suspicion crossed the mind of any one, that she had been 
 l^oisoned. 
 
 Eosa Sherwood knew the source well, and as she chuckled in 
 demoniac glee over her work, she departed with her brother, 
 who by this time was terribly agitated, fearing Eosa's discovery: 
 and as he again pleaded ^^-ith her to return home, her only 
 answer was : 
 
 "No, he shall go next ! and then " 
 
 "WTiat? my poor MTetched sister. " 
 
 "I will go in the first fight, a ad hope I will receive my just 
 
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 punishment, by a ball that will put an end to mv miserable 
 existence." 
 
 " O, Eosa ! my poor sister." 
 
 "Hnsh, Dwight, your pleading is useless. I am deter- 
 mined." 
 
 They reached the camp, and entering their tent, they threw 
 themselves upon their humble beds. But there was no sleep 
 lor wi-etched Eosa I Eacked with the pain of bitter remorse, 
 Morning dawTied, and finding her still awake and poignantly 
 sensible of her crime, the first thing she addressed to heV 
 brother, was the inquuy, '-where is Yalery Lee, has he anived 
 yet?" Just then Valeiy Lee accosted Dwight Mith : 
 
 "Good morning, Capt. Sherwood? I would like to get a 
 little brandy," his voice was low and husky, and as he strove to 
 converse with D\Wght, he apologized for his stupor, as he called 
 it, and without fiu'ther ceremony he departed. 
 
 "Ah!" exclaimed Eosa, "so, sir deceiver, you are going to 
 drink away your sorrow. Perhaps in the dawn of to-morrow, 
 you will have more to brood over." 
 
 True enough, for on that solemn night, when all seemed 
 A\Tapped in deepened soitow, a fonn was seen creeping softly in 
 the direction of Yalery Lee's tent. And as it stealthily entered, 
 all within was as still as death, save the troubled breathing of 
 Valeiy Lee, who ever and anon, uttered the name of ^Miriam, in 
 his sleep. Eosa could scarcely supjH-ess a scream, as her feel- 
 ings went forth in bitter agony at the sound of Miriam Ludlow's 
 name uttered in such tender accents by the voice of one she 
 once loved. She waited, soon Yalery Lee turned restlessly over, 
 and inquired of his mate, "Eh, Nelson, was that you?" 
 
 "\Yhat?" replied Nelson, half awake. 
 
 "I thought," said Yalery, "I hoard a heavy breathing near 
 me, but I guess it was you." 
 
 "Y'es," said Nelson, who was soon sound asleep. 
 
 Eosa was again assured of Yalery Lees deep slumber, and 
 musing low to herself, "my hour has come, and his I" and 
 plunging the dagger up to the hilt m his bosom, it done the 
 wished for work. Yalery Lee died without a groan. As Eosa 
 withdrew the weapon, she dii'ected her steps towards the river, 
 avoiding the sentinels, she soon reached it : and after medita- 
 ting a few moments upon the conclusion of her vengeance, she 
 attached a stone to the fatal weapon, and casting it in the 
 bubbling stream, it sank to rise no more. 
 
 " Well done, brave heart ! " exclaimed the wretched girl, "he 
 vvill never deceive another." Oh! my child, my precicms child. 
 
 For a few moments, she gave up to her bitterness of grief, in 
 venting the burning tears that told of her undoing agony. 
 
 "It is done," again exclaimed Eosa. '"and now," said she, 
 "my time comes next!" 
 
 She retraced her steps cautiously, and regaining her brother's 
 tent, she found him anxiously waiting for her. As she entered, 
 
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 he arose, and embraced her tenderly, cind in a voice of deep 
 emotion, he exchiimed : '*0 ! my sister, would to God I could 
 have spared you this misery I" 
 
 ''Don't be troubled, dear brother, on my account. I will not 
 be here long to give cure to any one." 
 
 "O! speak not so, my poor sister! your Vjrother can never be 
 happy again." 
 
 " O ! dear brother, it is useless to repine at my sad fate, for I 
 have brought it all upon myself, my own v;retched impru- 
 dence. Life can never have any charms for me again, I do not 
 wish to live. Yet I am not fit to die I And, ! I know he will 
 not meet with a better tiitc in eternity I It is meet that I should 
 share it with him." 
 
 "01 sister, can I not persuade you to return to our poor 
 father and mother, and your child. O! sister, your poor 
 child!" 
 
 Hush, hush, brother I say no more, you will drive me mad ! 
 You know my purpose is tixed. 
 
 Kosa and Dwight retired early, and rising early the folloAving 
 morning, they sauntered leisurely along around the camps, and 
 were repeatedly asked if they had heard of Yalerj' Lee's death. 
 
 Of course, both feigned great surprise. And finally, the 
 excitement died away, and no suspicions were ever aroused by 
 Rosa Sherwood's (alias) Mortimer Sherwood's appearance. 
 
 CHAPTER Y. 
 
 All around seemed culm, and even still, as daylight faded 
 over plain and hill, the sentinels M'ere keeping their regular 
 guard, surrounded by the watchful pickets of Johnson's army. 
 They had waited, it seemed, all day with patience, for a battle. 
 As rumors had been afloat in camps for several daj's, of an 
 approaching straggle with the enemy, who were then prying 
 around to ascertain the strength of our brave band. And at 
 last, when night came upon them, and still no signal for the 
 strife, they all seemed satisfied that the enemy would not 
 attack them in the night. 
 
 It was even so; but just as the golden sun arose clear and 
 resplendent from out of the Eastern horizon, making every 
 object look cheerful, covered with its bright beams, the signal 
 for the approaching battle was heard, and "forward, march!" 
 was responded to bj" our dear brave Southern boys, with a 
 spirit that panted to meet the hated foe. On, on, thej' moved, 
 their dazzling steel gleaming out in threatening vengeance. At 
 last the battle began, the flashing artillery pealed forth in its 
 deadly thunder; and as the unerring rifles crack, in the midst of 
 the strife, they too, make many a brave heart bite the dust. 
 Hour after hour passed, and still the battle raged in unabated 
 fury. ! many, many sank to rise no more ! 
 
 There was one brave form that fought unwaveringly, until at 
 last, he fell mortally wounded, and as he cried for help, a sur. 
 
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 geon was quickly by the side of the fair form, and as he bcudec 
 gently over the beautiful face, its surpassing beauty si:)ell-bounc 
 the kind hearted physician. And to use his own words, 
 sweeter voice never fell upon the ear of mortal man, a mort 
 beautiful face never met the admiring gaze of human." At 
 last, he kindly enquired, "can you tell me where you arc 
 wounded ?'' 
 
 '■■ Yes, ye.s, here," said the musical voice, laying a small whit( 
 hand on one side, where the blood wus gushing out profusely, 
 which in the intensity of his excitement, the surgeon had faile( 
 to notice. He proceeded to rip open the close fitting soldier's 
 jacket. "When lo! a new wonder was displayed to him, aiul 
 casting another glance at his patienfs lace, instead of the low] 
 soldier cap that almost screened a jetty black wig — it had falleiii 
 off and a cloud of golden curls shrouded the snow white bro^^| 
 of this lovely creature, corresponding so well with the soft blutj 
 eye, now almost dim with the dew of approaching death. Alf 
 satisfied him that his patient was a lovelv maiden in disguisej 
 
 "Call, call," she said taintly. 
 
 ' • Who would you see ?"' said the kind man. '" 
 
 " Call my brother, Dwight Sherwood, if you know him. H»; 
 was near me when I ftll.'' The surgeon obeyed, and sopf 
 returned with Capt. Dwight Sherwood. She made an effort tcj 
 speak, but failed at first, her voice was so husky, that even 
 when she did speak, her words were scarcely intelligible. Buj 
 to the practiced ear of her brother, who had known and love.| 
 that voice from childhood, he understood all. "Dwight," saic 
 she, "you have been foithful to me, and 0! brother, you kno^ 
 my sad story ; but too well you know that this is the reward 
 revenge, which the Lord saith 'Is Mine.' I was not willing U 
 wait His vengeance, I wreaked it myself, and now I go to b| 
 punished accordingh*. Come nearer, brother. Tell my mothcj 
 to raise my child in*^the fear of the Lord. Tell her to forgivJ 
 my rashness, for !" said she, "I refused to listen to her kini 
 counsel, she begged me to leave it all to God. I would not 
 Bury me brother, in some lone sj^ot, where there is no fear 
 intrusion, where my body will rest. O, God I have mercy o:| 
 my soul ! Tell not my 'child of my sad end ; let her bo 
 stranger to the history of wTetched mother. Farewell." 
 
 Thus died the beautiful, and once beloved Rosa Sherwooc 
 whose name may be recognized by many. 
 
 Her brother buried her in a sweet seclrided .spot, and plantej 
 a simple rose busli over her grave : ' ' emblem of her that vrt 
 once pure and lovely." Xo marble slab is erected there to te) 
 the passer by whose remains are interred in that beautiful spol 
 But, Ah : Dwight Sherwood w-ill never forget it. But kneelinj 
 in an agony of weeping over her lovely form, he vowed to makj 
 that place a spot for sacred worship, in memory of the sister (j 
 his childhood. There he will go when no eye beholds his sorroA 
 loving her memory dearer than the pilgnm. who consecrate 
 bis worship to the Temples of Mecca,