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—f— Sed : ; a lard where villains like this wild hunter dare not commit their depredations. Yes, Lucy,” continued he, in a gentle and - encouraging tone, kissing the pale forehead of the maiden 4s he _ Spoke, “ we shall all be very, very happy yet.” _ “Hark!” whispered she, throwing back her hair that she Might listen, “did yeu not hear a trampling as of a horse ?” “it is my own horse, dearest; sce, yonder he stands, waiting for us to mount him, and return to your home—” Noe, not retarn—at least not yet. Let us first seek m . ecan.not be far from this. Perhaps he is wounded, oe Sas ayaairee aid; perhaps—he is dead! Let us know the WO _ Dudley complied with the maiden’s request, and seating her _ with him on the horse, they proceeded to search fur the old - gentleman ts a = ~* a . tiie Se ol rs CHAPTER VIII. ‘ A SAD ASSEMBLY. “Yet, yet in this aMliction,” said . The young man to the silent maid, * Yet, lady, Heaven is good—the night Shows yet a star which is most bright: ao as mal eR eg come ehape already to his home ; Then let ns leave this dreary place.*’ She ded.—T ne WHITE or RYLSTONE. _. Dupuey and Lucy were not long in reaching an eminence ‘that commanded a considerable prospect. The moon was near 2 full, and was now shining down from the mid-heaven with | a clear, bright light upon the road, which stretched for the great = er part of a milé almost ina straight line. As far as the eye _ could reach, nothing in the deep solitude of the scene, ~ The leaves of the trees on either side, silzered. by the gentle _ beams, scarcely stirred in the fanning south wind, and deep | __patehes of shadow slept beneath, in some places extending in ~ fong black masses nearly across the road. A bend or sweep of _ the river was dimly seen on the left, shining cn its course; and “Scag aingag eye overlooked a yast and seemingly intermina- Die forest. It was a scene, the silent, sweet influence of which, ‘under other circumstances, would have crept into their hearts, and awakened there a gush of pure, and sweet, and holy emo- tiogs—which would have disposed them to that delicious com- tmunion of hearts allied, when love needs no language but “ the ¥F mres sure of So thrilling panda Pes hough peyote thonghs, : and pulse bgat= responsively to ut 00 upon = i ’ ~~ «ftle P = ~ —— 2. | . <, . > ee 3 i om “ ? . oe da (o) = So i Fa a — a - aes - ‘ ee re ee eo > ee es a -s -