REUBEN APSLEY VOL. 3

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by  N.A.

Kuster Apne,

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Lithrarian
Uetarpara Joykasnas Pubhe Libragp
Govt. of Wort Bengal

REUBEN: APSLEY

CHAPTER I.

* Oh dismal dole, when the secret soul
Is mock’d by the outward ** vweg;
‘When we dress the eyes infh gfty di
While the tears are inward flowing ;
When groans and grief would be a relief,
But with carols we keep them under,
And a laugh we start when the throbbing heart
Is réady to burst asund&r !°

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Oh wound mbdst' sore in the bosom’s core,
That mocks relief, or healing,
‘When the man ‘ve love all others above
At our feet is fondly kneeling ; °
‘When we deeply yeana his vows tg retuth,
But, oh! most thrilling trial!
We force the tongue, while the heart is wrung,
To utter a faint denial :”

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Not many days had elapsed afttr the commu-
nication mentioned in our last chapter, when,
as Helen was occupied in “painting, her’ sister

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: Ki into the room, exclaiming, “ QCiel { jutl
jhe ‘extatique ! fe’s coming! he“ t _—
“Ah! Helen’ did’I not tell you that he was a
faithful and s leyal knight,—brave , 28 a Bussy
@Ambojs ong, Scanderbeg,' ‘and true as the steady
“Clytu ‘to his Statira, of “Arethusiusto his Hya.-
“ednghi, * ‘or Orontts 46 hig fgnd Andromeda >”
She sailed about the apartment i in an ecstasy as
she uttered these words, drawing up he cad,
assiffaing a stately step, casting furtive glarres
at the mires a > and affording no other explanation
of her Ss Nan a reiteration of the words
— He’s coming’! he <5 conung !”

“I am in no hurry,” said Helen, r ung
her painting; “ When your fit iso. , you will,
perhaps, inform nle who is coming.”

“ “ La, my dear, how can you be so inconceiva-
bly opaque? Eh, comme tu as Pesprit bouché
«Who should jt be, but ny own dear Arcadius ?
Come ¢o the window, and see him with your
own eyes. Doesnt he look handsome in his
own glothes ?. May I die, if it isn’t the pret-
tiest plum-coloured suit I ever beheld. And
there ‘g Mr’Goldingham with him, in hia flat
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‘three-cornered beaver, and his old- -fashaped
hofn-headed cane. * See how his coat pocket
sticks out ! La," Heleng only suppose it should
contain the ‘marriage articles, the settlements,
and the favours for the footmen,” and all that!
I vow I shoulda’t wondes”

“ Your imaghations Adeline, selddm fails
you upon these points ; , but} for 1 my own part,*
T » ¢ no reason to conclude: ”

** Fi donc, Helen! always reason, reason, rea-
son. Comme tu me purais .tmple’ anes, tes rat-
sonnemens! Hark! hark! there's the bell of
the great gate, and wegnust of course go down
teu drawing-room. La, what a figure I am!
M,, berger has come out of curl, and these
conndants don’t ‘hahg becomingly, and my coraet
1s too much over yy cheeks. Tell me, Helen,
do my Créve-caurs set off the nape of my neck
killingly ?”

“ Oh, no doubt they will merit the‘name !”
replied her sister, smiling.

* Bien pensé, ma sur! May Pdie! if I must
not have a favorite at each temple, a meurtricre
to unite the locks, engageants to mye sleeves,

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