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apartment according to his rank and time was afforded him to reflect and demeans, and settle himself as he thinks termine in the house of quarantine. best; where one soon feels at home, just Our charming twins had already been like a frequented cursaal on rainy days. a few days in quarantine when he arWhile promenading in the galleries or rived. After seeing the beautiful sisters on the broad terrace, one makes ac once or twice, and having spoken to quaintances, exchanges friendly words, them a few times, can you blame him and arranges to meet in future at some that he came to the bitter conclusion place of general resort, as one does at that he was in love, not with Magallon, the promenades at watering-places; and not with Peppa, but with both, and withas the assemblage is less numerous, and ont being able to say which of them he the choice, therefore, more limited, one would choose and which refuse, if he

sooner becomes intimately ac were permitted to take his choice? It quainted.

was positively not his fault. Thus it happened, when Peppa and When they hovered before him, each Magallon wandered arm-in-arm upon the movement full of grace, when at the terrace, enjoying the pure morning air, same moment the fire of those two pairs or watching the last rays of the evening of dark eyes met his, and with equal sun, that they were soon remarked by timidity were turned from him ; when all the young men. By one, however, both the young faces were overspread in particular; he was a Frenchman, the with a similar blush, and the sweet young Count Jules de St. Elme, who, voices spoke to him with equally natural from discontent and aversion of the frankness, then the irresistible charm of artificial tone of society, and the vice of both enchantresses captivated him and the higher circles in Paris, his native drew him towards them; then, indeed, place, had escaped from thence to seek one could pity the poor, romantic count, among people less cultivated, and under perhaps even laugh at him a little, as he other zones, that purity which he consid- stood caught in the fatal net; but to ered lost in his fatherland. But in the blame him--that was impossible. East, the poor young man met with the And in the sweet sisters too, who same character under another form, only until now had been accustomed to live more distinctly displayed, and in more without reflection and without meditarepulsive traits, for it appeared under tion, without remembrarrce and without coarse expressions and almost brutish hope, feelings and sensations sprang up, roughness. Thus in despair of finding which they did not communicate to each there what he desired, he returned to other, not because they wished to keep Europe, still uncertain in which of its them secret from each other, but because countries he should now seek for his they did not understand them; because ideal; for, notwithstanding he had be- they were not accustomed to examine come acquainted with love in the bou- themselves, to investigate their hearts, doirs of Paris, where it is called coquetry, and account to themselves for their feeland in the pavilions of the East, where ings. Perhaps an experienced woman it is called sensuality, he still hoped of the world would have drawn many to find the woman who did not only artless confessions from their conversathink that he was a count, that he had tions which they themselves did not disten thousand a year, or that he was the cover in them. So far is certain, that lion to conquer whom vanity vied in both became uneasy as soon as the hour every drawing-room, or the lively youth for the usual promenade approached; with the dark blue eyes and the Grecian that whenever the young Frenchman had profile; no, the woman who had a heart had a long and friendly chat with them, capable of responding to his own, and they thought the house of quarantine who would willingly listen to him with the most delightful residence in the out making inward calculations while world; but had caprice, or some other half yawning at his words of love. Ex- cause, banished the count to his room, it pecting so much as he did, it may be appeared to them tiresome and unbearsupposed that he had not yet fixed on able. his future destination, when plenty of And it was not to be wondered at

gayety of

that the pretty Maltese maidens were accomplish his desire, when, one evening captivated with the young Parisian. His that the terrace was more full than usual, beauty was not the magnet, for Matteo’s he succeeded in the crowd in gaining good looks caused him to be the envy of possession of the arm of one of the two all the young men of his acquaintance, beauties, while the father accompanied and Magallon's handsome fiancé gave the other. Later in the evening he skilplace to none of his countrymen in ap- fully exchanged the one for the other, pearance. Compared to them the pale and thus was able—a second Don Juan, Parisian might have appeared to disad- only with less wicked intentions — to vantage. But the very fact tliat he was pour ont to each many ardent profesa Parisian, that he came from the ad- sions of love, of unfading remembrance, mired and much-praised capital of fash- and many hopes of meeting again. From ion, the pleasure-garden of the arts, was that moment the sisters became aware a superiority which made an impression that they really had something to hide, on them both. They had never had any and could keep a secret from each other. intercourse with Europeans from the It was sad for the count that he could best circles of the capitals. In their only attain his object the evening before own native place their station in society their departure from the house of quarwas not sufficiently high to gain them antine; for the poor fellow had still to admittance into the first circles of the remain a whole week there - a week in English authorities. Those of less im- uncertainty, with all his unaccomplished portance who visited them were below wishes ! them, and Colchontris was a prejudiced Good Paterno was right glad that Greek, and Matteo a thorough Maltese, their detention was at an end, for he had who would sooner have buried himself remarked that the health and among the cotton plantations of Gozzo his darlings had suffered much in the than mix with the nation for whose Lazaretto ; he often found them thoughtforeign emperor his father had fallen. ful, and their nurse, who had accom

Thus when young St. Elme addressed panied them, told him that they frequentthem in French, such as they had never ly sat for whole hours together without heard ; when he spoke to them in the exchanging a word. And this silence in language of gallantry and passion; two young women, two Maltese ! when, with the warmth and national pride The father thought that they would of a true Frenchman, he told them of soon resume their old habits, but we the wonders of his native town, and have seen that this was not the case, and listened with the interest and attention it even became worse when the fiancées of a refined man of the world to their paid their betrothed their usual homage. description of their little excursions; And when the approaching weddings when he answered their various ques- happened to be mentioned, their annoytions with inexhaustible eloquence, and ance and impatience increased to such a entered into their feelings with a good height that all around them were pernature which they could not have ex- plexed and grieved. pected from him, a stranger; then, their It only requires one single step from excitable fancy was worked up into an one secret to a thousand. With that agitation, an ecstasy, the source of which one step the entire confidence and unity they could not guess, but whose cause of soul, which formerly bound the sisters, they recognized and loved in Jules. was broken.

He, meanwhile, seriously sought to Magallon became the confidant of the understand his own heart, and longed sensitive Matteo; she listened to his extremely for an opportunity to become complaints of her sister, and heard them more particularly acquainted with each without being angry with the complainsister; yet how was this possible, since ant; she even admitted to him that he they never separated from each other, had a right to be displeased. and since in their innocence they never Peppa listened as calmly to the haughty perceived the slightest reason for so accusations which Colchontris made to doing?

her of the caprices of his Magallon, and He already doubted of being able to she for the first time remarked that her

sister was indeed capricious. Thus both why. You have been cross again to characters gained opportunity to develop poor Matteo, and now you are suffering themselves independently, and to distin- from self-reproach.” guish themselves from each other; the But Peppa shook her head, and gently unity of their thoughts was for the first drew back her hand as she replied: time disturbed, and the almost charac “I might think the same of you,

al terless uniformity which until now had though you are so gay. You act with existed between them had disappeared. undeserved severity towards good ColTheunconscious schism which had awoke chontris. He sometimes complains of it them from stupefaction saved to each a to me, for he seeks comfort from me.” soul and a heart.

“He complains to you! Well, MatOh, notwithstanding the wonderful too expresses himself discontented with resemblance of their features, the quick- you to me, and bis love won't last much sighted Frenchman would now only longer.” have required a single hour to penetrate “ The saints grant it may not!” the peculiarities of each and to make his sighed the damsel. choice.

'I wish I could only hope the same Uneasiness, longing, uncertainty, and of Colchontris !” added Magallon. all the usual and secret torments of love, “But why do you say so ?

Why do had made Magallon's disposition severe you hate Colchontris ? He does not and harsh. She had become haughty, deserve it.” serious, suspicious, violeat, and passion “He is a Greek, and hates the French, ate, but she displayed at the same time whom I love," added she, haughtily and a strength and firmness which could only openly. “But why have you become belong to a great and lofty mind. alienated from Matteo ?”

Peppa, on the contrary, was subdued "He, he bates the Emperor of the by her silent and secret sufferings; she French," answered she, less frankly and lived amidst sadness and hidden tears. more timidly. “But, Magallon, do you More gentle and more patient than ever, love all the French, or”. she seemed to seek, with her melancholy, The end of the question died upon dreamy eyes, for some support against her lips. Then Magallon said in a dewhich she might lean in her feebleness. termined manner and with perfect conShe had become weak, but her weakness fidence: was that of an elastic nature, which is not “ Well, since you ask me the question, crushed by sorrow; it was like that of I will tell you what you must learn one the ivy and the vine, which twine softly of these days. You remember the and lovingly, but firmly, round the twig French count—he was called St. Elmewhich constitutes their support.

whom we met every evening on the One evening on which the poor girls promenade." had had to endure as many reproaches

“Remember !” sighed Peppa, as she from their father as from their betrothed, languidly raised her black eyes. both, with an unanimity which for a long

"Well, him I love!". time they had not felt, sought to enjoy

Poor, poor

sister! Alas! he asked the fresh air upon one of the broad bal me if I could give him my love — and conies of the house, which commanded I feel only too well that I really love a splendid view of the sea and the Street him.” San Giovanni.

66 The base wretch! And he said the They silently watched the twilight red same to me, the evening before we left of evening, which in Malta lasts longer the house of quarantine !" than anywhere else. Their thoughts On the same evening he put tha found vent in different ways; Peppa question to me, and we told each other sometimes sighed, and her eyes were Adieu !" full of tears, while Magallon's firm, fiery But, tell me, what did you answer glances were fixed on the sea-side, and a him ? I could not reply one word, for proud, gay smile played round her lips. my father came and took my arm.” At length she broke the silence, seized “I was silent, because I did not know Peppa's hand, and said :

what I should answer. Now I should “You are sad, Peppa, and I know I know well, for now I am convinced that

I love him, and I have determined to teli “ You have become pale, Peppa." my father so, if he only

“And your cheeks and eyes are bril“If what, Peppa, you have not, like liant with heightened color. You at me”- cried Magallon, with passion- least have retained your beauty.” ate enotion in her look and manners. “This is vain talking, Peppa. Your " What ? Like you?

What have paleness becomes you very well. One yon done, sister ?” asked Peppa, auxious thing, however, I pray you, sister: if he ly, and trembling

wears the sash, then”. “He wished my sash as a remem “Let us not hate each other, nor brance, but I laughed, and said, “You should he appear in my rose." would no longer be able to distinguish “I promise you," said Magallon, with ine from my sister if I gave it to you!' a firmness which perhaps sprang from However, when I got here, and I felt the secret hope that she would be the how dear he was to me, I began to re- victor. flect how I could satisfy his wish. I had And they shook hands with each other heard that my father was going to for- with a sincerity which perhaps was the ward him some Sicilian wine, which is most generous on Peppa's part, for she not to be had in the Lazaretto; I there- dared not hope that the count would fore took advantage of the opportunity give her the preference. to send him a sash, which was exactly “Now let us pay all attention; he like mine, and wrote him along with it: must come up the Strada Giovanni. • Wear it as a token of my love !'” Thus we shall soonest learn our fate."

" And did I not do the same, unhap “If he would only come,” sighed Peppy one ?” exclaimed Peppa. “ He pa, and she gazed with the suspense of begged me for the rose which I wore; intense excitement and the utmost anxi. I refused to give it him, but when I afety upon the rocky steps which led from terwards discovered that I could not live the sea to the town. without him, and heard that Matteo Assuredly this was the last time that was sending him some things which the the twins were to stand thus united in count wished from the town, I laid it in thought and action, for as soon as Jules the parcel, and a little note with it, in should appear, an abyss of pain and which I wrote: Wear it, if you love pleasure, accomplished wishes, and disme! But, alas! he does not love me, appointment full of despair, must open for he has not answered me !"

between them, which never could be “How could an answer possibly reach filled up again. as from out of the house of quarantine ? At length Magallon's conjectures were But we shall get the answer to-day, for realized. The young count appeared in this is the twentieth day of his stay in the distance. Everything swam before the Lazaretto, and to-day he is free.” Peppa's eyes from the violence of her

“I know that right well. But can he feelings. Magallon gazed firmly and fixcome so soon as to-day ?”

edly at the approaching Jules. * Can love delay? And did he not Now they saw him distinctly, entirepromise our father that he would pay ly; he wore-neither of the two love him a visit directly after the quarantine tokens. But did they not deceive themwas over?"

selves ? He came towards the house. “ Love, did you say, sister ? But how “He is coming to us !" cried she, as could he love us both at the same time? she impetuously seized the trembling Since I have known him, I have taken an Peppa by the hand. “ Let us hasten to aversion to Matteo."

the reception-room; we must have cer“ And I hate Colchontris. But he tainty." does not love us both, that is impossi They soon were down stairs. Old ble. He is either a wicked man, who is Paolo was gone out. They found the making sport of us, or he hesitate in his count alone. choice. For we do resemble each other “I could not choose, at least not so too much."

quickly, beautiful signoras !" cried he. " Unfortunately he could now immedi- Pardon me, I pray you!" ately distinguish us from each other. I “So-neither of us? Both deceived ! am no longer the gay being I once was.'

.” | Both sported with! But we shall be re

venged!” cried the haughty and passion again, he poured forth to her everyate Magallon, without listening to him thing quieting and tender that his love further, convinced only of one thing, could suggest, and much rejoiced he was that he wore neither of the tokens, and that his experiment bad ended so bapshe rushed wildly past him to Matteo. pily.

Peppa, on the contrary, had sank, Although it may appear odd, still it is deadly pale and fainting, upon a sofa, as easily explained how Magallon and Matshe exclaimed :

teo forgot their mutual disappointment “No vengeance, sister! He kills me, in love, under whose influence the caubut I forgive him !"

tious youth slowly suppressed the beauWith one glance the quick observer tiful Maltese's plans of vengeance, and penetrated the souls of both the girls, at length made her entirely forget them. and he felt deeply how much more Pep. This alliance pleased the good Paolo the pa's pale cheeks were to be preferred to more because it was the only means by Magallon's glowing ones; he perceived which he could bestow npon his adopted the whole strength and tenderness of the son the portion due to a child. The soul which, though so much wounded, count, therefore, received the father's could yet forgive; while the other only consent to his marriage with Peppa, and followed her wild passion, and only de- not long after she accompanied him to manded satisfaction for her wounded France. It is true she did not shine in vanity. Now his choice was made, his the first circles of Paris, but she was the deterinination taken. He knelt beside means of surrounding her husband, at the fainting Peppa, and recalled her to his beautiful country seat, with a happilife with the sweetest words. And when ness such as he had never dared to anshe could hear and understand him ' ticipate or to hope for.

From the Westminster Review.

MODERN

NOVELISTS: CHARLES

DICKENS.*

When we have read a novel and laid | in a continuous act of faith. Of course it aside, it by no means follows that we there are many to whom this self-immohave done with it. The most careless lation is a perfectly harmless exercise. or critical reader cannot take leave of But those who habitually fall under the works of fiction in that summary manner. influence of the novelist are generally He has become identified, at least for a least able to correct him when he is time, with interests not his own, and he wrong, or to supply from their own exmust have abandoned himself with some perience what may be wanting in the lesdegree of sympathy and unreserve to the sons he teaches. Nen immersed in active feelings and thoughts which the progress life have neither leisure nor inclination of the story naturally excites. Conscious for fiction. But to the young of both ly or not, the opinions of every one are sexes, and to the very many grown-up modified by additional experience, even women, novels are the staple article of by that which comes to them third-hand intellectual food; “they take Defoe to -the experience of an author reflected their bosoms instead of Euclid, and seem in the characters he creates. But it on the whole more comforted by Goldwould be very unjust to the great broth- smith than by Cocker.”. Among those erhood of novel readers to suppose them who have thus exercised a very considcapable either of carelessness or criticism. erable influence upon society at large, Under the spell of a favorite author they | Mr. Charles Dickens may claiin the foreare rapt and passive; no difficulty stag- most place. As regards mere popularity gers, no improbability repels them; they he has certainly no rival. It is nearly are swept onward by the current of their thirty years since he made his first apimagination, absorbed while they read, pearance as an author. In the interval

we have had from his pen no less than * The Works of Charles Dickens. Library Edi- thirteen novels; and Christmas books, tion. 22 vols, London, 1858-62.

sketches, occasional stories, and fugitive

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