In vain the relatives of the slain petitioned him for redress; and had the honor of the nation rested in the keeping of her king, the blood of hundreds of murdered Frenchmen would have cried from the ground in vain.  But it was not so to be.  Injured humanity found an avenger, and outraged France a champion.  Her chivalrous annals may be searched in vain for a deed of more romantic daring than the vengeance of Dominic de Gourgue.

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Weariness.

    O little feet, that such long years
    Must wander on through doubts and fears,
      Must ache and bleed beneath your load! 
    I, nearer to the way-side inn
    Where toil shall cease and rest begin,
      Am weary, thinking of your road.

    O little hands, that, weak or strong,
    Have still to serve or rule so long,
      Have still so long to give or ask! 
    I, who so much with book and pen
    Have toiled among my fellow-men,
      Am weary, thinking of your task.

    O little hearts, that throb and beat
    With such impatient, feverish heat,
      Such limitless and strong desires! 
    Mine, that, so long has glowed and burned,
    With passions into ashes turned,
      Now covers and conceals its fires.

    O little souls, as pure and white
    And crystalline as rays of light
      Direct from heaven, their source divine! 
    Refracted through the mist of years,
    How red my setting sun appears,
      How lurid looks this soul, of mine!

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Mrs. Lewis.

A story in three parts.

PART III.

XI.

When we returned from our journey, Lulu was among the first to greet us, and with a cordial animation quite unlike the gentle, dawdling way she used to have.  Indeed, I was struck the first evening with a new impulse, and a healthful mental current, that gave glow and freshness to everything she said.  Mr. Lewis was gone to Cuba, she told us, and would be away a month more, but “George” was with her continually, and the days were all too short for what they had to do.  She seemed to have attacked all the arts and sciences simultaneously, and with an eagerness very amusing to see.  George had begun a numismatic collection for her, and she had made out an historic table from the coins, writing down all that was most important under each king’s reign.  George had brought home some fine specimens of stones, and had interested her much in mineralogy.  George liked riding, and had taught her to ride; and she now perpetually made her appearance in her riding-habit and little jockey-cap, wishing she could do something for me here or there.  George moulded, and taught her to mould; and she was dabbling in clay and plaster