deathlike paleness. Truth to tell, he too had started at the expression of the "blue eyes," and when the boy mentioned the M- workhouse, his guilty conscience told him the rest.

Bingham raised his hand to his brow, as if he would sweep back a host of newer memories, and recall, in all their vividness, the scenes of his boyhood.

"Lucy-poor Lucy!-is it so?" he murmured, appealing to his cousin, who, with the characteristic cowardice of cruelty, dragged him into an adjoining room, and besought him in the most abject manner to keep his secret. Mean, craven souls always judge the nobler ones which they are unable to comprehend by their own low standard, and Shirley was full of dread and suspicion that his cousin would use his newly acquired knowledge as a means of terror and a threat over him.

Charles Shirley had a shrewish wife, with a fortune "settled on herself!"

There was a terrible confession wrung from him by interrogations, and made in fear and trembling.

A false marriage, an awakening to shame, desertion, and maternity, and death in a work

house!

"Not for your sake, not for yours," exclaimed Bingham, with honest indignation, "but for the

memory of that suffering girl, but for the presence of those blue eyes' which watched over me in the hours of mortal sickness, I take the charge of your nameless child. To the southern hemisphere, away from the land of his birth, I take him he is not yours to give."

And when Fanny, his dear Fanny, she whose heart ever beat in unison with his own, heard the tale, she wreathed her arms round her husband's neck in a proud and approving caress, and looking down at her black garments, and pointing to the empty crib, she murmured a substitute, at least a consolation."

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And the three are at this hour crossing the blue ocean! May fair winds speed them on their way, and a bright sky canopy their new home. The heart's promptings more often come straight from heaven than the cool calculations of the head; and I am dreaming a beautiful dream, of childlike affection, and unutterable gratitude; of an approving conscience, and of fortune's gifts, which seem profuse to them of few wants and simple pleasures!

"THE WARM YOUNG HEART."

BY AUTHOR OF PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY.

A BEAUTIFUL face, and a form of grace,
Were a pleasant sight to see;
And gold, and gems, and diadems,

Right excellent they be:

But beauty and gold, though both be untold, Are things of a worldly mart;

The wealth that I prize, above ingots or eyes,
Is a heart, a warm young heart!

O face most fair, shall thy beauty compare
With affection's glowing light?

O riches and pride, how pale ye beside

I

Love's wealth, serene and bright!

spurn thee away, as a cold thing of clay,
Though gilded and carved thou art,

For all that I prize, in its smiles and its sighs,
Is a heart a warm young heart!

THE HAPPY FAMILY.

ANONYMOUS.

HAPPY mother! happy child!
Each around the other clinging,
She with pensive face and mild,
He his blithest carol singing:
See, his little song beguiles
Another of his mother's smiles,
While her fond and soft caress

Forms his dearest happiness!

Happy mother! happy child!

What though soon that gentle boy

Should learn to sigh, should meet with sorrow!

He who is her greatest joy

Then from her sweet peace shall borrow!
Or think we of the coming hour

When boyhood yields to manhood's power;
Then shall he make her soul rejoice,

Truth breathes in our prophetic voice;

Happy mother! happy child!