e in silence the distance of a squ

hurrying her onward to her uncle's home. Her mind was filled with sad and gloomy thoughts-thoughts of the life and character of her beloved friend. The misty twilight

ow perfect would have been its symmetry! What a fountain of joy might now be well

eached the doorway of her uncle's house, and

not half so dark and desolate as her poor heart. Yet Leah seldom wept-her tears did not start, like watchful sentinels, at every approach of pain or joy. Only when the shrivelled fountain of her heart was deeply

fore her father's ga

id Mingo the porter, as he o

te this evening. Has

passed i

hat," she murmured t

d, as the faithful att

same night before Lizzie Heartwell could quiet herself

, haunting dream, reverberating with the deadly war of artillery, and flashing with blazing musketry. The se

n battlements. And amid this confusion of dreams and distorted phantasms of the brain, ever and anon appea

hat draped the east window. Then she looked toward the blue sea that surrounded the fort, and exclaimed, "How funny! Defiance is standing grim and dark in its sea-girt place as usual, and all is quiet in the harbor. How funny people have such strange dreams.