bird starts into life; sings a roundelay, claps its ment, pure in coloring; what, then, was want. enameled wings-which are of real humming-ing? This old warrior's head, of true Saxon birds' feathers, beyond any metallic art in lustre type, had all the majesty of Michael Angelo; that -and then falls back into its egg. The little young figure, all the radiant grace of Correggio; conjuror nods, smiles, rolls his eyes right and no Rembrandt showed more severe dignity than left, bows as before, and the egg disappears into yon burnt umber monk in the corner; and Titian the table; he bows again, and then sits down to never excelled the loveliness of this cobalt virgin intimate that the performance is over. The in the foreground. Why did it not succeed? height of this little gentleman is about three The subject, too-the "Finding of the Body of inches; his table and every thing else being in Harold by Torch-light”—was sacred to all Endue proportion. He stands on a high square glish hearts; and being conceived in an entirely pedestal, apparently of marble. It is, however, new and original manner, it was redeemed from of tin, painted white, and within it are all the the charge of triteness and wearisomeness. The wheels and works containing the heart of the composition was pyramidal, the apex being a torch mystery. borne aloft for the "high light," and the base This jeweler sold to a dealer, who re-sold to a showing some very novel effects of herbage and Persian Prince, not long since, a Marionnette armor. But it failed. All my skill, all my hope, flute-player; but whose fingering in the most my ceaseless endeavor, my burning visions, all— elaborate pieces, although as accurate as if Drouet all had failed; and I was only a poor, half-starved or Nicholson had been the performers, had no painter, in Great Howland-street, whose landlady influence over the tune; which was played by a was daily abating in her respect, and the butcher concealed musical box. It was therefore, much daily abating in his punctuality; whose garments inferior to those mechanical flautists we have al-were getting threadbare, and his dinners hypoready described. The jeweler has never ceased | thetical, and whose day-dreams of fame and forto regret having sold this toy. He could have tune had faded into the dull-gray of penury borne to have parted with it if it had remained and disappointment. I was broken-hearted, ill, in Europe, but that it should have been con-hungry; so I accepted an invitation from a friend. veyed, as he says, "to the other world," has been too cruel a blow. "Tout le monde," he exclaims, sera enchanté de mon ouvrage; mais, on ne parlera pas de moi, là-bas”—all the world will be enchanted with my work, but no one will speak of me yonder-by which distant region, he probably means Ispahan.

He is now perfecting a beautiful bird, which flies from spray to spray, and sings when it alights, somewhat similarly to the little Swiss bird which warbled so sweetly at the Great Exhibition.

MY TRAVELING COMPANION.

MY picture was a failure. Partial friends had

a rich manufacturer in Birmingham, to go down to his house for the Christmas holidays. He had a pleasant place in the midst of some iron-works, the blazing chimneys of which, he assured me. would afford me some exquisite studies of "light" effects.

By mistake, I went by the Express train, and so was thrown into the society of a lady whose position would have rendered any acquaintance with her impossible, excepting under such chanceconditions as the present; and whose history, as I learned it afterward, led me to reflect much on the difference between the reality and the seeming of life.

dowry. She was attended by obsequious menials; surrounded by luxuries; her compartment of the carriage was a perfect palace in all the accessories which it was possible to collect in so small a space; and it seemed as though "Cleopatra's cup" would have been no impracticable draught for her. She gave me more fully the impression of luxury, than any person I had ever met with before; and I thought I had reason when I envied

She moved my envy. Yes-base, mean, low, guaranteed its success; but the Hanging unartistic, degrading as is this passion, I felt it Committee and the press are not composed of rise up like a snake in my breast when I saw one's partial friends. The Hanging Committee that feeble woman. She was splendidly dressed thrust me into the darkest corner of the octagon-wrapped in furs of the most costly kind, trailing room, and the press ignored my existence-ex-behind; her velvets and lace worth a countess's cepting in one instance, when my critic dismissed me in a quarter of a line as a "presumptuous dauber." I was stunned with the blow, for I had counted so securely on the £200 at which my grand historical painting was dog-cheap-not to speak of the deathless fame which it was to create for me that I felt like a mere wreck when my hopes were flung to the ground, and the untasted cup dashed from my lips. I took to my bed, and was seriously ill. The doctor bled me till I faint-her. ed, and then said, that he had saved me from a She was lifted into the carriage carefully; brain-fever. That might be, but he very nearly carefully swathed in her splendid furs and lustrous threw me into a consumption, only that I had a velvets; and placed gently, like a wounded bird, deep chest and a good digestion. Pneumonic in her warm nest of down. But she moved expansion and active chyle saved me from an languidly, and fretfully thrust aside her servants' early tomb, yet I was too unhappy to be grateful. busy hands, indifferent to her comforts, and anBut why did my picture fail? Surely it pos-noyed by her very blessings. I locked into her sessed all the elements of success! It was face it was a strange face, which had once been grandly historical in subject, original in treat-beautiful; but ill-health, and care, and grief. had

:

marked it now with deep lines, and colored it with | wealth, that I must be happy.
unnatural tints. Tears had washed out the roses
from her cheeks, and set large purple rings about
her eyes; the mouth was hard and pinched, but
the eyelids swollen; while the crossed wrinkles
on her brow told the same tale of grief grown
petulant, and of pain grown soured, as the thin
lip, quivering and querulous, and the nervous
hand, never still and never strong.

The train-bell rang, the whistle sounded, the lady's servitors stood bareheaded and courtesying to the ground, and the rapid rush of the iron giant bore off the high-born dame and the starveling painter in strange companionship. Unquiet and unresting-now shifting her place-now letting down the glass for the cold air to blow full upon her withered face, then drawing it up, and chafing her hands and feet by the warm-water apparatus concealed in her chauffe-pied, while shivering as if in an ague-fit-sighing deeply-lost in thought -wildly looking out and around for distractionshe soon made me ask myself whether my envy of her was as true as deep sympathy and pity would have been.

"But her wealth-her wealth!" I thought. "True she may suffer, but how gloriously she is solaced! She may weep, but the angels of social life wipe off her tears with perfumed linen, gold embroidered; she may grieve, but her grief makes her joys so much the more blissful. Ah! she is to be envied after all!-envied, while I, a very beggar, might well scorn my place now!"

Something of this might have been in my face, as I offered my sick companion some small attention-I forget what-gathering up one of her luxurious trifles, or arranging her cushions. She seemed almost to read my thoughts as her eyes rested on my melancholy face; and saying abruptly: "I fear you are unhappy, young man?" she settled herself in her place like a person prepared to listen to a pleasant tale.

"I am unfortunate, madam," I answered. "Unfortunate?" she said impatiently. "What! with youth and health, can you call yourself unfortunate? When the whole world lies untried before you, and you still live in the golden atmosphere of hope, can you pamper yourself with sentimental sorrows? Fie upon you!-fie upon you! What are your sorrows compared with mine?"

"I am ignorant of yours, madam," I said, respectfully; "but I know my own; and, knowing them, I can speak of their weight and bitterness. By your very position, you can not undergo the same kind of distress as that overwhelming me at this moment: you may have evils in your path of life, but they can not equal mine."

Young man, I tell you truly, I would glady give up every farthing of my princely fortune, and be reduced to the extreme of want, to bring back from the grave the dear ones lying there, or pour into my veins one drop of the bounding blood of health and energy which used to make life a long play-hour of delight. Once, no child in the fields, no bird in the sky, was more blessed than I; and what am I now?—a sickly, lonely old woman, whose nerves are shattered and whose heart is broken, without hope or happiness on the earth! Even death has passed me by in forgetfulness and scorn!"

Her voice betrayed the truth of her emotion. Still, with an accent of bitterness and complaint, rather than of simple sorrow, it was the voice of one fighting against her fate, more than of one suffering acutely and in despair: it was petulant rather than melancholy; angry rather than grieving; showing that her trials had hardened, not softened her heart.

"Listen to me," she then said, laying her hand on my arm, "and perhaps my history may reconcile you to the childish depression, from what cause soever it may be, under which you are laboring. You are young and strong, and can bear any amount of pain as yet: wait until you reach my age, and then you will know the true meaning of the word despair! I am rich, as you may see," she continued, pointing to her surroundings: "in truth, so rich that I take no account either of my income or my expenditure. I have never known life under any other form; I have never known what it was to be denied the gratification of one desire which wealth could purchase, or obliged to calculate the cost of a single undertaking. I can scarcely realize the idea of poverty. I see that all people do not live in the same style as myself; but I can not understand that it is from inability: it always seems to me to be from their own disinclination. I tell you, I can not fully realize the idea of poverty; and you think this must make me happy, perhaps?" she added, sharply, looking full in my face.

"I should be happy, madam, if I were rich," I replied. "Suffering now from the strain of poverty, it is no marvel if I place an undue value on plenty."

"Yet see what it does for me!" continued my companion. "Does it give me back my husband, my brave boys, my beautiful girl? Does it give rest to this weary heart, or relief to this aching head? Does it soothe my mind or heal my body? No! It but oppresses me, like a heavy robe thrown round weakened limbs: it is even an additional misfortune, for if I were poor, I should be obliged to think of other things besides myself and my woes; and the very mental exertion necessary to sustain my position would lighten my miseries. I have seen my daughter wasting year by year and day by day, under the warm sky of the south

under the warm care of love! Neither climate nor affection could save her: every effort was made-the best advice procured-the latest panacea adopted; but to no effect. Her life was

prolonged, certainly; but this simply means, that my heart has never known an hour's peace; and she was three years in dying, instead of three to the end of my life, I shall be a desolate, mismonths. She was a gloriously lovely creature, erable, broken-hearted woman. Can you underlike a fair young saint for beauty and purity- stand, now, the valuelessness of my riches, and quite an ideal thing, with her golden hair and how desolate my splendid house must seem to large blue eyes! She was my only girl-my me? They have been given me for no useful youngest, my darling, my best treasure! My purpose here or hereafter; they encumber me, first real sorrow-now fifteen years ago-was and do no good to others. Who is to have them when I saw her laid, on her twenty-first birth- when I die? Hospitals and schools? I hate the day, in the English burial-ground at Madeira. medical profession, and I am against the educaIt is on the grave-stone, that she died of con- tion of the poor. I think it the great evil of the sumption would that it had been added-and day, and I would not leave a penny of mine to her mother of grief! From the day of her death, such a radical wrong. What is to become of my my happiness left me!" wealth-?"

:

Here the poor lady paused, and buried her face in her hands. The first sorrow was evidently also the keenest; and I felt my own eyelids moist as I watched this outpouring of the mother's anguish. After all, here was grief beyond the power of wealth to assuage: here was sorrow deeper than any mere worldly disappointment.

"Your grandson," I interrupted, hastily: "the child of the officer."

The old woman's face gradually softened. "Ah! he is a lovely boy," she said; "but I don't love him-no, I don't," she repeated, vehemently. "If I set my heart on him, he will die or turn out ill : take to the low ways of his wretched mother, or die some horrible death. I steel my heart against him, and shut him out from my calculations of the future. He is a sweet boy: interesting, affectionate, lovely; but I will not allow myself to love him, and I don't allow him to love me! But you ought to see him. His hair is like my own daughter's-long, glossy, golden hair; and his eyes are large and blue, and the lashes curl on his cheek like heavy fringes. He is too pale and too thin: he looks sadly delicate; but his wretched mother was a delicate little creature, and he has doubtless inherited a world of disease and poor blood from her. I wish he was here though, for you to see; but I keep him at school, for

ning to be interested in him; and I do not wish to love him-I do not wish to remember hin at all! With that delicate frame and nervous temperament, he must die; and why should I prepare fresh sorrow for myself, by taking him inte my heart, only to have him plucked out again by death?"

"I had two sons," she went on to say, after a short time-" only two. They were fine young men, gifted and handsome. In fact, all my children were allowed to be very models of beauty. One entered the army, the other the navy. The eldest went with his regiment to the Cape, where he married a woman of low family-an infamous creature of no blood; though she was decently conducted for a low-born thing as she was. She was well-spoken of by those who knew her; but what could she be with a butcher for a grandfather! However, my poor infatuated son loved her to the last. She was very pretty, I have heard-young, and timid; but being of such fearfully low origin, of course she could not be rec-when he is much with me, I feel myself beginognized by my husband or myself! We forbade my son all intercourse with us, unless he would separate himself from her; but the poor boy was perfectly mad, and he preferred this low-born wife to his father and mother. They had a little baby, who was sent over to me when the wife died-for, thank God! she did die in a few years' time. My son was restored to our love, and he All this was said with the most passionate received our forgiveness; but we never saw him vehemence of manner, as if she were defending again. He took a fever of the country, and was a herself against some unjust charge. I said somecorpse in a few hours. My second boy was in the thing in the way of remonstrance. Gently and navy-a fine, high-spirited fellow, who seemed to respectfully, but firmly, I spoke of the necessity set all the accidents of life at defiance. I could not for each soul to spiritualize its aspirations, and believe in any harm coming to him. He was so to raise itself from the trammels of earth; and strong, so healthy, so beautiful, so bright: he in speaking thus to her, I felt my own burden might have been immortal, for all the elements lighten off my heart, and I acknowledged that I of decay that showed themselves in him. Yet had been both foolish and sinful in allowing my this glorious young hero was drowned-wrecked first disappointment to shadow all the sunlight of off a coral-reef, and flung like a weed on the wa- my existence. I am not naturally of a desponding ters. He lost his own life in trying to save that disposition, and nothing but a blow as severe as of a common sailor-a piece of pure gold bartered the non-success of my "Finding the Body of for the foulest clay! Two years after this, my Harold by Torch-light" could have affected me husband died of typhus fever, and I had a nerv- to the extent of mental prostration, as that unous attack, from which I have never recovered. der which I was now laboring. But this was And now, what do you say to this history of very hard to bear! My companion listened to mine? For fifteen years, I have never been free me with a kind of blank surprise, evidently unfrom sorrow. No sooner did one grow so familiar accustomed to the honesty of truth; but she to me, that I ceased to tremble at its hideousness, bore my remarks patiently, and when I had endthan another, still more terrible, came to over-ed, she even thanked me for my advice. whelm me in fresh misery. For fifteen years, And now, tell me the cause of your melan

I remained with my friend a fortnight, studying the midnight effects of the iron-foundries, and cultivating the acquaintance of Julia. In these two congenial occupations, the time passed like lightning, and I woke as from a pleasant dream, to the knowledge of the fact, that my visit was expected to be brought to a close. I had been asked, I remembered, for a week, and I had doubled my furlough. I hinted at breakfast, that I was afraid I must leave my kind friends to-morrow, and a general regret was expressed, but no one asked me to stay longer; so the die was unhappily cast.

Julia was melancholy. I could not but observe it; and I confess that the observation caused me more pleasure than pain. Could it

almost hourly, companions for fourteen days, and the surmise was not unreasonable. She had always shown me particular kindness, and she could not but have seen my marked prefer

choly face?" she asked, as we were nearing Birmingham. "Your story can not be very long, and I shall have just enough time to hear it." I smiled at her authoritative tone, and said quietly: "I am an artist, madam, and I had counted much on the success of my first historical painting. It has failed, and I am both penniless and infamous. I am the 'presumptuous dauber' of the critics-despised by my creditors -emphatically a failure throughout." "Pshaw!" cried the lady, impatiently; "and what is that for a grief! a day's disappointment which a day's labor can repair! To me, your troubles seem of no more worth than a child's tears when he has broken his newest toy! Here is Birmingham, and I must bid you farewell. Perhaps you will open the door for me? Good-be sorrow at my departure? We had been daily, morning: you have made my journey pleasant, and relieved my ennui. I shall be happy to see you in town, and to help you forward in your career." And with these words, said in a strange, in-ence for her. My heart beat wildly as I gazed on different, matter-of-fact tone, as of one accus- her pale cheek and drooping eyelid; for though tomed to all the polite offers of good society, she had been always still and gentle, I had never which mean nothing tangible, she was lifted seen-certainly I had never noticed-such evifrom the carriage by a train of servants, and dent traces of sorrow, as I saw in her face toborne off the platform. day. Oh, if it were for me, how I would bless each pang which pained that beautiful heart !— how I would cherish the tears that fell, as if they had been priceless diamonds from the mine!— how I would joy in her grief and live in her despair! It might be that out of evil would come good, and from the deep desolation of my unsold "Body" might arise the heavenly blessedness of such love as this! I was intoxicated with my hopes; and was on the point of making a public idiot of myself, but happily some slight remnant of common sense was left me. However, impatient to learn my fate, I drew Julia aside; and, placing myself at her feet, while she was enthroned on a luxurious ottoman, I pretended that I must conclude the series of lectures on art, and the best methods of coloring, on which I had been employed with her ever since my visit.

I looked at the card which she placed in my hand, and read the address of "Mrs. Arden, Belgrave-square."

I found my friend waiting for me; and in a few moments was seated before a blazing fire in a magnificent drawing-roon, surrounded with every comfort that hospitality could offer, or luxury invent

66

'Here, a least, is happiness," I thought, as I saw the family assemble in the drawing-room before dinner." Here are beauty, youth, wealth, position-all that makes life valuable. What concealed skeleton can there be in this house to frighten away one grace of existence? None -none! They must be happy; and, oh! what a contrast to that poor lady I met with to-day; and what a painful contrast to myself!"

And all my former melancholy returned like a heavy cloud upon my brow; and I felt that I stood like some sad ghost in a fairy-land of beauty, so utterly out of place was my gloom in the midst of all this gayety and splendor.

One daughter attracted my attention more than the rest. She was the eldest, a beautiful girl of about twenty-three, or she might have been even a few years older. Her face was quite of the Spanish style-dark, expressive, and tender; and her manners were the softest and most bewitching I had ever seen. She was peculiarly attractive to an artist, from the exceeding beauty of feature, as well as from the depth of expression which distinguished her. I secretly sketched her portrait on my thumb-nail, and in my own mind I determined to make her the model for my next grand attempt at historical composition "the Return of Columbus." She was to be the Spanish queen; and I thought of myself as Ferdinand; for I was not unlike a Spaniard in appearance, and I was almost as brown.

"You seem unhappy to-day, Miss Reay," I said, abruptly, with my voice trembling like a girl's.

She raised her large eyes languidly. “Unhappy no, I am never unhappy," she said, ? quietly.

Her voice never sounded so silvery sweet, so pure and harmonious. It fell like music on the air.

"I have, then, been too much blinded by excess of beauty to have been able to see correctly," I answered. "To me you have appeared always calm, but never sad; but to-day there is a palpable weight of sorrow on you, which a child might read. It is in your voice, and on your eyelids, and round your lips; it is on you like the moss on the young rose-beautifying while vailing the dazzling glory within."

"Ah! you speak far too poetically for me," said Julia, smiling. "If you will come down to my level for a little while, and will talk to me rationally, I will tell you my history. I will tell

it you as a lesson for yourself, which I think | to use; the nights passed at the gaming-table, will do you good."

The cold chill that went to my sul! Her history! It was no diary of facts that I wanted to hear, but only a register of feelings—a register of feelings in which I should find myself the only point whereto the index was set. History! what events deserving that name could have troubled the smooth waters of her life?

I was silent, for I was disturbed; but Julia did not notice either my embarrassment or my silence, and began, in her low, soft voice, to open one of the saddest chapters of life which I had ever heard.

You do not know that I am going into a convent?" she said; then, without waiting for an answer, she continued: "This is the last month of my worldly life. In four weeks, I shall have put on the white robe of the novitiate, and in due course I trust to be dead forever to this earthly life."

A heavy, thick, choking sensation in my throat, and a burning pain within my eyeballs, warned me to keep silence. My voice would have betrayed me.

and the days spent in the society of the worst men on the turf-all these accusations were brought to my father by credible witnesses; and, alas! they were too true to be refuted. My father-heaven and the holy saints bless his gray head!-kept them from me as long as he could. He forgave him again and again, and used every means that love and reason could employ to bring him back into the way of right; but he could do nothing against the force of such fatal habits as those to which my poor Laurence had now become wedded. With every good intention, and with much strong love for me burning sadly amid the wreck of his virtues, he yet would not refrain: the evil one had overcome him; he was his prey here and hereafter. Oh, nonot hereafter!" she added, raising her hands and eyes to heaven, "if prayer, if fasting, patient vigil, incessant striving, may procure him pardon-not forever his prey! Our engagement was broken off; and this step, necessary as it was, completed his ruin. He died...." Her a strong shudder shook her from head to foot and I half rose, in alarm. The next instant she was calm.

"Now, you know my history," continued she. "It is a tragedy of real life, which you will do well, young painter, to compare with your own!" With a kindly pressure of the hand, and a gentle smile-oh! so sweet, so pure and heavenly !— Julia Reay left me; while I sat perfectly awed that is the only word I can use with the revelation which she had made both of her history and of her own grand soul.

"Come with me to my study," said Mr. Resy, entering the room; "I have a world to talk to you about. You go to-morrow, you say. I am sorry for it; but I must therefore settle my business with you in good time to-day."

I followed him mechanically, for I was undergoing a mental castigation which rather disturbed me. Indeed, like a young fool-as eager in self-reproach as in self-glorification—I was so occupied in inwardly calling myself hard names, that even when my host gave me a commission for my new picture, "The Return of Colum

"When I was seventeen," continued Julia, "I was engaged to my cousin. We had been brought up together from childhood, and we loved each other perfectly. You must not think, because I speak so calmly now, that I have not suffered in the past. It is only by the grace of resignation and of religion, that I have been brought to my present condition of spiritual peace. I am now five-and-twenty-next week I shall be six-and-twenty: that is just nine years since I was first engaged to Laurence. He was not rich enough, and indeed he was far too young, to marry, for he was only a year older than myself; and if he had had the largest possible amount of income, we could certainly not have married for three years. My father never cordially approved of the engagement, though he did not oppose it. Laurence was taken partner into a large concern here, and a heavy weight of business was immediately laid on him. Youthful as he was, he was made the sole and almost irresponsible agent in a house which counted its capital by millions, and through which gold flow-bus,” at two hundred and fifty pounds, together ed like water. For some time, he went on well -to a marvel, well. He was punctual, vigilant, careful; but the responsibility was too much for the poor boy the praises he received, the flat-block, and felt neither surprise nor joy-not tery and obsequiousness which, for the first time, though these few words chased me from the were lavished on the friendless youth, the wealth gates of the Fleet, whither I was fast hastening, at his command, all turned his head. For a long and secured me both position and daily bread. time, we heard vague rumors of irregular con- The words of that beautiful girl were still ringduct; but as he was always the same good, ing in my ears, mixed up with the bitterest selfaffectionate, respectful, happy Laurence, when accusations; and these together shut out all othwith us, even my father, who is so strict, ander sound, however pleasant. But that was al somewhat suspicious, turned a deaf ear to them. ways my way. I was the earliest to notice a slight change, first I went back to London, humbled and yet in his face, and then in his manners. At last, strengthened, having learned more of human the rumors ceased to be vague, and became de- nature and the value of events, in one short finite. Business neglected; fatal habits visible, fortnight, than I had ever dreamed of before. even in the early day; the frightful use of hor- The first lessons of youth generally come in rible words, which once he would have trembled | hard shape. I had sense enough to feel that '

with an order to paint himself, Mrs. Reay, and half-a-dozen of their children, I confess it with shame, that I received the news like a leaden