d.
He did not kill himself! Say not a word.
My heart and brain are both on fire! His blood
Is here, and here! (_Sees_ ISABELLE.) Oh, save me! save me now!
She's come to witness here against my soul!
You cannot see her; she is like an angel!
I know her well! She's there! Begone! begone!

(_Faints exhausted on the stage. Attendants raise her._)

JUDGE.

Poor broken-hearted mother! Bear her in,
And tenderly. Her mind is quite o'erthrown.
[MADAME BELCOUR _carried in by the attendants._

DR. MARGRAVE.

These alternations make the sum of life:
Thus sorrow treads upon the steps of joy.
A bridal here; and from the neighboring door
Comes forth a funeral tram.

GODFREY.

And both are well.
We live to die, and die to live again;
And evermore the day succeeds the night.
And those who see the sunshine on their path
May walk in soberness and yet be glad.

JUDGE.

The cloud conceals, but never dims the star;
And Youth and Happiness will twine their wreath
Even on Thalia's brow. My children, come;
It is my birthday; all our friends are here,
And they return our smile of thankful joy
That Isabelle is found. Our task is done;
And, if approved by you, our cause is won.

END OF THE PLAY.

SUSAN CLIFTON OR, THE CITY. AND THE COUNTRY.

BY PROFESSOR AIDEN.

(Continued from page 250.)

CHAPTER XVI.

AFTER a partial recovery from the fatigues of the journey to the
homestead, Mr. Richard Clifton appeared to be much improved in health,
and strong hopes were entertained that his recovery would be complete.
He manifested the proper showings of regret for the loss of his
companion, though he had felt towards her none of that ardor of
affection, and had enjoyed with her none of those felicities which had
mingled in his visions of domestic life before he had become a
prosperous man of the world. It was sad to have death enter his
dwelling; it was sad to be left with no one whom he could call his own.
Some of that loneliness which had long preyed upon him was, perhaps,
unconsciously set to the loss of her who had filled but a small place in
his heart, though she had been the wife of his bosom for a score of
years, and had found in him all she expected in a husband; perhaps it
would be scarce too much to say--all she desired.

In a few days, he was able to leave his chamber and