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Horace acquired sv much honor in this engagement, that he e it the theme of a communication to Isabelle, dis- patched by special messenger, although he weli knew that tha most welcome assurance to her would be that of his safety. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_————e CHAPTER VIII. : _ THE WITHERED MESSENGER. , ’ One lovely evening, Isabelle sat in the room usually occa pied by herself and Alice. The moon had assumed the duties of the sun, cheering the garden with its pale light, the gloominess of night, and bestowing a sweetness on meditation. The flowers, in tribute of gratefulpess to nature, had scattered their fragrance in the air, and the birds, the insects and the ~eptiles, to which mysterious Wisdom had assigned the nigat, had begun their revel. Still: the lovely Isabelle mused. Her thoughtful brow rested upon her fair hand, supported by her arm, which was encircled by the dark tresses of her hair. Alice advanced from among the moonbeams in the garden, ascended the few light steps, and entered the room. She regarded the pensive beauty with some alarm, and at length tly touched her. Isabelle turned instantly around, and exclaimed: - “My Alice, you here? I did not see you enter.” e “ My dear girl,” said Alice, smiling, “ what can thus have oeceupied your mind? Thrice have 1 passed through the room, each time lingering, annoticed, at your side, while you “Well, epee my thoughts were of Horace, and of “J, too,” said Alice, “have been walking among tights and shadows, but they were those of the pale moon.” “ Polish them with hope, dear Alice,” said Isa¥elle, “and ‘they will become luminous as the sun.” _“ Have you been polishing with this elixir™ asked Alice archly. Pos ‘y com/cbooks.com -. &