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234 ALFRED; OR ADVENTURES not the rude buxom glow of country health—but the chaste vermil- lion dye that mingles so sweetly with the adjacent white. Her eyes flashed tenderness and delight, whenever they encountered the glance of her lover: and as those two beings trod the mazy dance together, or turned in the voluptuous. waltz, the beholder might well perceive that they were a pair well adapted and fitted for each other. Indeed their dispositions, their tastes, and their beauty, so nearly corresponded, that, had not Mrs. Clayton eventually ap- proved of their union, her cruel dissent could not have been exten- uated under any plea. Mr. Clayton was as happy as his niece and his young friend. _ He appeared to grow suddenly younger: and if his years did not actually diminish, his gaiety increased to a considerable amount. Eloise was now ever ready to play and sing to her kind uncle ; and her talents in these divine arts were put to the test generally twice aday. De Rosann assisted in these mnocent amusements, and seldom past a minute away from his beloved Eloise more than he was obliged. Alfred did not forget his promise to Mr. Robson. He recollected with the sincerest sentiments of gratitude the paternal kindness of the worthy banker, and wrote him a long account of the revolution, the active part he had taken in it, the delivery of the documents to their legal owner, and any other circumstance which he thought would prove interesting to his London friends. He moreover added that he experienced a successful result at the hands of the arbitress of his fate in the tender affaire de ceur; but complained of the wedding day not yet being fixed. He concluded by desiring his kindest remembrances to the whole family, and begged Mr. Rob- son to charge him at any time with all commissions he might wish to be executed in Paris. A month had nearly passed away since the glorious change that had taken place in the political affairs of France, and Mrs. Clayton had as yet said nothing concerning the period when her daughter should become De Rosann’s bride. Our hero anxiously waited for Mr. Clayton to make some remark upon the interesting sub- ject; and at length ventured to implore his interference to procure the final settlement of the happy day. The first of September was accordingly fixed upon; and the reader need scarcely be informed that it was looked forward to by the tender couple, with the impa- tience which true love inspires in the most chaste and immaculate minds. eS CHAPTER XXXII. CONCLUSION. _ Ow the first of September, De Rosann led his blooming and blush- ing bride to the altar. They were married at the Mazrie of the first Arrondissement* of Paris between the hours of three and four * Paris is divided into twelve wards or arrondissements, in every one of which thee is a town-hall called a Mairie, independent of the great Hotel de Ville. CORNICOOOKS.€©)