she could never bear to hear her own." "Isabelle,"
said she to me, almost at our first meeting, "never name me as he who
has destroyed me named me; never, I entreat you, call me _dear
Louise_." "Louise!" exclaimed Henri, growing pale as death; "Louise!"
"Yes, Louise Courtin, of Verny!" No sooner had Isabelle uttered these
words, than she beheld the young traveller fall senseless beside the
grave, feebly repeating the name of Louise. Isabelle, in alarm, called
her brother to her assistance; they raised up the stranger, who opened
his eyes for a moment, and again muttered the same words. "Gracious
Providence!" exclaimed the affrighted girl, "it is--it must be--Henri!"
The youth made an effort, and cried out, in a frantic manner: "Yes!
Henri, the murderer of his beloved; the assassin of Louise!" He then
again fell down exhausted, and to all appearance dead. Guillaume had
him conveyed to his father's, where every assistance that skill could
devise, was tendered him; but he only recovered his recollection
sufficiently to learn from Isabelle, that a person named Louis had
brought positive intelligence to Verny, that Henri had espoused his
master's daughter at Lyons; that her father himself had made him
acquainted with the circumstance, and that he had seen the newly married
couple in all the raptures of connubial happiness. It was impossible to
discredit this news, which was a death-blow to the sensitive Louise.

After having listened to this melancholy narrative, Henri, when he had
regained sufficient composure, entrusted Isabelle with his vindication,
for Louise's parents and his own, and expired without a groan the next
day. The same moon which had illuminated his betrothed's funeral shone
upon his, and they repose beside each other in the picturesque
burial-ground of Nuneville, not quite forgotten or unlamented by its
inhabitants.--_Abridged from a collection of interesting Tales and
Sketches, entitled "A Cantab's Leisure."_

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THE ANECDOTE GALLERY.

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BEARS ON THE ICE.

_From the Tales of a Voyager._

With two boats, we assailed six of these animals, who had collected
round the "crang," or carcass of a whale. After lying at the bottom
of the sea for some time, the body of the whale rises to the surface,
probably buoyed up by gas generated by putrefaction in its entrails.
This circumstance is by no means uncommon, especially la