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matron as she was , was determined to make one other little attempt on our disengaged hero , and so she wrote to ask her " clear young friend" to make one of a select p icnic , ( a " few intimate friends , " she said , ) to a famous fountain , and to a

romantic grove!—oh , dangerous trystingplace for unsuspecting youth ! For some reason or other , Paesiello had , with the " deepest regret , " to announce to that anxious and affectionate matron , a " previous engagement , now of long standing ;"

and so , as an old friend of his father ' s , a jocose and distinguished vice-master of the ceremonies , said , "he both missed his grub , and she missed her bird ! " A Very unfeeling and improper remark , as all my readers will agreebut then some

, old boys are so unfeeling ! After this , the fair Leonora ' s motherfor that was the young lady ' s name—gave it all up , as she herself announced to their immediate circle ; and indeed she ventured to hint to some female

cronies of hers , that the " poor young man was rather given to dissipated habits , and that , therefore , she had not thought it right to jeopardize the future of her only cliild , by an union , which , however desirable on worldly grounds , did not hold out what was the only real object of her fond

mother ' s heart—the happiness and welfare of her precious Leonora !" It may interest our readers to hear that Leonora did not feel the insensibility of our hero very much . Within two months of this little episode she married Count

Campobello , a rich and distinguished member of the aristocracy of his native land , ( though a good deal older than herself , ) and her mother has told everybody , as she assured Paesiello by letter , that nothing could ever exceed the happiness of " that most

devoted couple . " _ I am afraid that Paesiello breathed a little more freely , ( as they say , ) as he paced his lonely gallery that memorable evening , when he knew Mmself to be still even " un gargon solitaire , " and when he realized

that for him Hymen ' s mystic web Was as yet still to weave ! My readers will see , I hope , as everybod y said , that there was " nothing in it , " after all , and that as both damsel and youth were so little affected by the ending of a Pleasant little flirtation , it was far better for both that thus it should be !

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Perhaps there are some of my readers who might , if they dared , avow , that it had been happier for them had some good genius intervened also on their behalf , in a similar trying hour—some benevolent fairy who had not , as it were , unravelled

for them the thread of the resistless Fates ! It may be that , kindly readers , be you who you may—wrinkled , and care-worn , and cross-grained now—you may , looking back with , a sigh from your old arm chair to an hour when your Emma was fair and

fascinating ; and amiable and accommodating—not that fat and grumbling , or that lean and cantankerous old woman you have hourly now to listen to and obey . And you may wish that "Dis alitur visum est" perhapsoh disappointed and

, , disgusted Doris . You may sadly dream of that fonder hour , when Henry was all attention and all affection , and not the careless , neglectful , faithless husband he is to-day . How much better it would have been for youhumanly speakinghad you

, , married Charlie James , 01 Bobby Short , or even Billy Bugging . But it is no use crying over spilt milk , and as we make our bed in this life , so have we , for the most part , to lie , whether in the body or in the spirit .

Paesiello—who was packing up , and looking on , with the happy recklessness of youth , to other days and distant scenes—did not trouble himself with such sapient considerations . For him , all life was before him , hope was fresh , and the sky was bluethe sun shoneand the flowers

, , bloomed , and as in a most becoming travelling-suit he threAv himself into Ms luxurious carriage , he seemed to leave care and doubt , and fears and troubles , all behind him . He appeared even—so happy was he—to he j ourneying to a Climefar even

, from that " Morgen land " in which earth's pettiness and woes , and disagreements and " bassesse " were all unknown . We may wish him , may we not , gentle reader , " Bon voyage 1 "

Flowers.

FLOWERS .

THERE is no season in the year That lifts man ' s heart to heaven so near As summer ;