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that it has been as the good counsel of a friend to me. Rich or poor, each of us may hope; the future is a mine in which every one has a right to dig. I have plenty of work, more than enough for one. I don't believe you care for fine gowns or bonnets; if you do, and only don't wear them because you have no money to buy them with, send me away at once. He broke off and looked into her eyes; 'I love the dear industrious one, who has soothed me and elevated me; showing me the right road by her example. I am ready, Mademoiselle Julie, to give you my whole life, but I ask from you, yours; nothing short of that will satisfy me.' Again he stopped, and Julie in a low but very distinct voice said, 'I am not afraid of poverty, and I am accustomed to work.'
Thank you, thank you. Madame, you have heard her words.'
• Very strange, very irregular, observed the little old lady. They all tell me I have no head, and I shall get the blame. But, Julie, my dear, have you forgotten;' here there was a short eager whisper.
'He knows, said Julie, out loud. He is to help to buy me.'
'Dear me! what will my daughter say? It all seems so nice and natural that I am afraid it is a vastly foolish business. Mr. Graziosi, I shall expect you to pay us a visit this evening to exonerate me from all suspicion of having been your fellow-conspirator in this case. Now go away if you please, and send up the porteress; if Julie does not get some food she will be fainting again. Pray do go.'
the vacuum left iu his purse by the payment of his bride's purchasemoney.
Some three months after Romeo's interview with Julie on the threshold of her door, that young person dressed in white, with a wreath of orange flowers on her fair head, accompanied by a tiny old lady, got into a very fine carriage, which had come from the Faubourg St. Germain to the Rue de Clichy to fetch them.
In the carriage was the noble Princess S-- herself. The coachman took the road to the Champs Elysées, the princess sitting obstinately with her illustrious back turned to the horses, that she might hold up before the face of her former · Krepostnaia jeuschuna,' a picture of our blessed Lord within an aureole of pure gold, and glistening with rare jewels. The princess kept her own eyes on Julie to make sure that Julie, as all proper Russian brides are bound to do, kept hers on the picture.
Romeo with his friends were already waiting, when the three ladies entered the Russian chapel in the Rue de Berri. As usual at the prospect of any sight, several English were on the benches in the nave. When the mass of marriage was over, some national Russian ceremonies followed : first, a piece of rose-coloured satin, about a foot and a half broad and perhaps a couple of yards long, was brought in by one of the attendant priests and spread on the ground before the bridal pair. Romeo was desired to put his foot on it, Julie with the utmost care placing hers on the exact same spot from which he lifted his off. This rose-coloured satin is emblematical of the rosy path in which the newly-made husband and wife are to tread life together. Afterwards followed a ceremony which never fails to create much stir and anxiety among wedding guests. Two tapers are lighted, one given to the bride, one to the bridegroom ; the flames are made to commingle and then suddenly blown out. The greatest precaution is always taken that both lights shall expire at the same instant-for if one be extin
Considering the circumstances of the case, as explained to him by Romeo's new friend, the young Englishman, Ernest gave up his sanguinary intentions, and came to congratulate Madlle. Julie's happy betrothed with the most overflowing sincerity. The half-cracked Princess S- behaved very well; she was excessively diverted by the story, and drove about Paris relating it until Romeo became quite the fashion, and received orders for pictures which would speedily refill
guished before the other, it is held to be prophetical that that one of the couple who is holding it will die first.
Not a second between them, whispered the anxious princess to Julie. This matter satisfactorily over, the four bridesmen were marshalled: two were to carry each a lighted candle behind the bride and bridegroom, and two to go in front holding crowns over their heads, as they made the circuit of the chapel.
The carrying the candles did not demand much presence of mind, but to walk backwards, and at the same time manage to keep a coronet, with outstretched arms, suspended over a moving man or woman's head, requires practice and dexterity. It is not every one who feels himself capable of an impromptu exhibition of this kind, and one of Romeo's Italian friends at this point tumed shy and restive. It was evident from Julie's discomposure that she would not have believed herself thoroughly married, had any iota of the matrimonial programme been omitted.
At this crisis an English gentleman, seated on the foremost bench in the nave, and thus near enough
to the principal actors to perceive what was the dilemma, started forward. He had a decidedly clerical aspect, not devoid of something even puritanical, an air solely, however, given by the peculiar cut of his clothes, for never did human being possess a pair of eyes more expressive of peace and goodwill to his neighbour. With imperturbable gravity he offered his services to hold the crown over the young lady's head; with imperturbable gravity he performed the task, without a single false step, as if he had been accustomed to do that sort of thing all his life. Perhaps it was as well that it was not known to the officiating priests, nor to the Princess S- , that the individual whose aid they had so gratefully accepted was an English heretic of the most objectionable species.
It may be as well to add that the civil marriage and the Roman Catholic ceremony had already taken place.
Julie and Romeo lived happily ever afterwards. Now this is a true story, and this last is the truest line of all.
Pictures drawn by the poets.
TENDER WORDS. ILLUSTRATED BY F. R. PICKERSGILL, R.A. CHANGE so swift what heart did ever feel! A It rushed upon me like a mighty stream, And bore me in a moment far from shore. I've loved away myself; in one short hour Already am I gone an age of passion. Was it his youth, his valour, or success ? These might perhaps be found in other men. 'Twas that respect, that awful homage paid me; That fearful love which trembled in his eyes, And with a silent earthquake shook his soul. But, when he spoke, what tender words he said ! So softly, that, like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
LADY MAY AND THE BARON'S WALK.
Of this old castle, grew
By sturdy men-at-arms;
One heard of' wars' alarms.
And once beneath the summer sun
A lady stood and heard
Her loveliness rare
Her wit and her grace
And beautiful face,
To be rather too much
Of a good thing, for such
To be base coquettes,
And horrible nets,
9. And now, when the summer sun was high
In the clear, blue heavens o’erhead, When the little birds didn't care to fly,
Being of coup de soleil afraid.