ntil her own death. Some charitable person,
attracted by the sprightly appearance of the little girl, had
volunteered the charge of it, and, the halt at an end, the detachment
had marched on its victorious course. Paul Lindhorst felt a shock, like
the last shock which separates soul from body. He had inquired and been
told the name of the deceased officer; he buried his face in his hands
and wept. Little Annette had fallen asleep in the old soldier's arms,
and the heavy military wagon lumbered slowly on its way. It was more
than he could bear, to give up the child into the hands of
strangers--_her_ child. Old scenes came back to his recollection. He
forgot every resentment. He remembered but his first, his only love. He
walked hastily after the wagon, and readily persuaded the old soldier to
give the little girl to him. Then taking her in his arms while she still
slept, he walked almost with a light heart into the village. It was of
course difficult at first to pacify the little creature; but kindness
and devotion soon do their office, and all the love which she had had
for her mother was transferred to her kind protector. She has always
borne his name, and, I believe, is unacquainted with her history, at
least with the more melancholy portions of it. Do not ask me any more
questions. I know you want to speak of your friend Maclorne. I must not
show you too much favor at one time; besides, we must visit Lina a few
moments. I have quite neglected her of late."

From the New Monthly Magazine.

A DARK DEED OF THE DAYS GONE BY.

I.

In one of the sunniest spots of sunny Tuscany, that favored department
of Italy, may still be seen the ruins of a strong, ancient-built castle,
or palace, surrounded by extensive grounds now run to waste; and which
was, a century or two ago, one of the proudest buildings in that balmy
land.

It was on an evening of delicious coolness, there so coveted, that a
cavalier issued on horseback from the gates of the castle, which was
then at the acme of its pride and strength. Numerous retainers stood on
either side by the drawbridge their heads bared to the evening sun,
until the horseman should have passed, but he went forth unattended; and
the men resumed their caps, and swung to the drawbridge, as he urged his
horse to a quick pace. It was the lord of that stately castle, the young
inheritor of the lands of Visinara. His form, tall and graceful, was
bent occasionally to the very neck