BY

COLBURN MAYNE,

AUTHOR OF

"MADELINE CLARE,"

&c.

Unless you can think when the song is done,
No other is soft in the rhythm;

Unless you can feel, when left by One,
That all men else go with him;

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day,

On the absent face that fixed you;

Unless you can love, as the angels may,
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;
Unless you can feel that your faith is fast,
Through behoving and unbehoving;
Unless you can die when the dream is past-
Oh, never call it loving!

E. B. BROWNING.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

LONDON:

HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS,
SUCCESSORS TO HENRY COLBURN,

13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

1862.

The right of Translation is reserved.

250.f. 75.

WHICH DOES SHE LOVE?

CHAPTER I.

HAMPSTEAD.

Oh, Hampstead! fairest landscape found,
Where all around are fair,

Oft through the summer to thy meads,
My footsteps shall repair.

Oft, gazing on thee, shall I think

Of days that now are past,

When each long summer one that went
Was brighter than the last.

As, pilgrim-like, again I come
Amidst each peaceful scene,

Well pleased to think again may be
The bliss that once has been.

C. M.

FOR many days Lionel lay in fevered delirium; when the delirium passed off he awoke to paradise-for the face of Cleve

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land bent over him, and Cleveland's tenderest accents were the first sounds that greeted him. Too weak to inquire how this had come to pass, he closed his eyes in blissful repose, and slept long and calmly. From that his convalescence was swift, and as soon as he was strong enough to be moved, Cleveland bore him from his close room in the Rue d'Argenteuil, to a neat lodging in a farmhouse at St. Germain.

But how came Cleveland to Paris? Simply enough. When Lionel fainted, a card was found in his pocket with his address, and a letter from Cleveland; the physician who was called in had judged from the tone of Cleveland's letter that he was one of Lionel's dearest friends. He wrote then immediately to him- acquainted him of his friend's illness-that there

was much to apprehend-that his friends should come to him; and Cleveland, forfeiting his salary, had travelled day and night to nurse his friend, more beloved than a brother. And now, as he watched Lionel gradually regaining strength, saw the colour again faintly tinge his cheek, and his form regain somewhat of its roundness, as together they drove, when the sun shone, through the glades of the noble old forest; and then ventured on rambles, very short at first, by degrees longer-as they watched watched from their window the glorious sunset illumine all the vast plain stretching out in beauty beneath them, and when twilight had faded, and they drew the curtains and lighted the lamp, and talked together of dear old England, and London, its dearest part, how much closer and stronger