Brotherly Love.

sustain . In her own room she encountered several presents from Simon at various periods of their acquaintance from childhood to maturity borne were tlie simple gifts of his earlier years , but more precious in her eyes man the costliest gems , for they were the tributes of affection " , on which love m its dawn was legibly traced , and sanctified the childish relicslucretoo

, , , was one withered flower around which a host of tender memones clustered . It was the first sensible avowal of the love that was growing m his young heart , and which his reading had told him in thelanguage or flowers was a declaration of passion . She had carefully preserved itand now her tears fell fast its and scentless /

, on sear petals ihere were also memorials , the gifts of his later years ; and in these were indications of a taste and refinement which love was developing and los ering , and which seemed like some mountain shrub to contrast strongly with . he rugged material amid which thev grew . Some little classic piece of sculpture , selected , from subjects with which few would have deemed hnn familiar

; some exquisitely wrought bijoutrie , or some chaste ornament ior the toilet or the work-table , in which it was evident that the rude donor either studied the taste and gentle character of his mistress , or endeavoured , by associating' her image in his mind with what was oeautitul m art , to wean her from the contemplation of his personal deloiinny , were scattered about in a profusion that told of love as prodi-aT m its sensible expression as it was intense in its nature . b "

On these Ida had to gaze , and they revived in all their bitterness the emotions which preceded the renunciation of Simon . But we must not linger 111 the description of feelings with which , no doubt many of our readers have been familier at some period of their lives , or which , at all events , those who are gifted with sensibility can easily imagine . On the day which Ida had fixed for her the

departure , morning broke biightly through the grey mists . The stars were growing dim in thedawn , and the occasional chirps from the boughs proclaimed that the leathered tribe was waking into sensible existence . The faint violet shades were brightening along the horizon ' s verge , and were beeinmV to assume clearer tintswhile the outline of the ires and other

, sp pinnacles of the own were becoming clearly defined . The sun rose and revealed the whole landscape , and more frequent became the music from the trees , until i swelled into one anthem of matin minstrelsy . The river was flashinc m it , crystal , and the flowers were breathing forth their rich perfume . " " f he mists curled up the mountains' sides aud disclosed the trees thatclothed themglistening with

, dew . The rudest object looked lovely and ethmalised in that reviving light . All visible was nature , in her fairest lovni , aud only one object proclaimed the presence of humanity . It wasne figure of a man who stood at the brow of a hill , immediately faciu' ^ r i" ! H ' ° -, ti 0 n ° f Ida ' s dwellil ! - °° ™ nanding a view of the load which led from it .

His hair and clothes were wet with the dew , and he remained leamV against a tree on the summit of the hill , as immoveable as if he had been some granite monument erected on the spot . His features were' pale and i . 'gid as marble . The birds who had . ventured from their nests , clustered