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THE FAREWELL.

We say farewell ! and what a world of feeling Is in the depth of that but trifling word ! It is as if, while outward grief concealing, In the lone spirit’s breathing "twill be heard. We say, Farewell!

‘Perhaps it may be to some hope long cherished, — Perchance to some fond dream in memory’s chain, Which in the pulse of after life hath perished, And never, never can be felt again— We say, farewell!

In that sad echo is the spirit wafted, Of one we treasured, to a home above! While the fond mother’s warmest feeling ’s grafted On that one record of a woman’s love— We say, farewell!

Farewell! it is the lover’s saddest token, That last fond parting with the cherish’d vow, When the lone spirit, which is crush’d and broken, Is adding years unto the youthful brow— We say, farewell!

How true! but in the gush of bitter feeling, Which must be in that sad and dreary tone, ‘We listen to another Voice revealing This truth, “ Be comforted, thou’rt not alone:”

Remember that earth’s blessings were not given That human love on them alone might dwell ; They were thy idols in the path to heaven, To joys to which there shall be no “ Farewell ”

TOM THORNE.

A TALE OF THE MASORCHA CLUB, AT BUENOS AYRES.

CHAPTER 1V¥,—{CONCLUDED.)

‘But to business. To morrow morning you must come to town; to avoid suspicion let there be a small party at the house in the evening. Ireturn to night. I alkines myself to-day and to-morrow in having every penny of your capital and debts secured, transferred, or in some way rendered intangible to your persecutors, and recoverable in better times to yourself. Stop, stop -—don’t interrupt me. As soon as possible [ will ar- range my own affairs, and then, my deer sir, I shall bid adieu to this city, which is now doomed, and join you in your exile, there to claim the reward of all my exertions, in the hand of Anita. Shall it not be so ?— yes or no!—time is precious, time flies.’

‘It shall, Le Brun, my hand on it. Arrange my af- fairs as best you may. I rely upon you for everything.’

‘Now then, let us proceed to the house, and talk slowly over the details,’

The gay inmates of the house were disturbed in the midst of their mirth and music by the entrance of a ser- vant announcing that her father desired to speak to Senorita Anita.

‘Daughter, said Luis Mendoza, as she entered his = with a smiling face, and a courteous bow to

Brun; ‘my dearest daughter, 1 am sorry to be the bearer of intelligence, which will throw a shade of gloom over your happy face. Are you prepared to hear of sad truths and dismal forebodings ?’

‘Yes, dearest father, I am prepared. Weare now surrounded by our best friends, keep me no longer in dark suspense—I am prepared to hear every misfortune which IT may share with you.’

‘The cloud of misfortune, interrupted Le Brun, ‘ now hovering over our heads, Anita, will, I predict, only prove a summer thunder storm, which may sweep every- thing exposed and unprotected before it, during its first burst, but pass harmless by those who have watched its approach,’

‘ Daughter, I have long been suspected by the govern- ment of disaffection to their cause; they are now hard pressed, and no means which terror, tyranny, avarice, or suspicion can suggest, are left untried to support ‘their failing cause, and crush that of their rivals; and now they seek my life and fortune.’

‘Merciful heaven! and what harm have you done the government, that they shouid single you out for a vic- tim:

‘The question,’ said Le Brun, ‘is not what harm your

father has done: he is guiltless of any active opposition to the grvernment, but much may be effected for their ‘cause by confiscation of his property, much terror may be struck into dubious adherents by—by disposing of his person. Dearest Anita, I do not wish to terrify you unncessarily. Pray lean on your father’s arm, love ; you look pale and exhausted.’

‘ Alas, alas! this old arm, Anita, will soon be able no more to shelter and support the dear girls who now cling to it for gcse Midnight assassins prowl round the city for victims. Emboldened by impunity, higher prey will be fixed upon, and then——’

*No, no, father, you shall never suffer. | will seek the 3 ; throw myself on my knees be-

e memory of the departed wife of his bosom. I will = his seca with me, to join our united prayers for mercy on the innocent head of a greyhaired father. We will give him your money, father, let him have your lands and houses; we have many friends in other parts, we will rid him of our presence ; Mariquita, you, and I, father, will seek some other country, and save him from the crime of dishonoring grey hairs. No, father, he shall not, dare not touch you.’

‘My nodle girl” said Le Brun, fee reproach at an instance of energy and decision so supe- rior to his own, ‘{ admire your heroic resolution ; I pay honor to the purity and elevation of your sentiment ; but let me who unfortunately know too much of their vil- lainy, assure you that the tears and prayers of youth, in- nocence, and beauty, would draw down the scoffs of a brutal soldiery, and would have no other effect upon their master than to set his quick wits at work how to deceive you, and hold you forth as a bait, yes, asa bribe, toreward the treachery of a foe, or retain the +rvices of an ally.’ ;

‘ Alas, that is too true, my dearest child—let me perish sooner than risk the honor of my children. Felipe Le Brun, Anita, is I believe the only man that can save us. He has influence with the government, all my floating capital is in his hands: I have long known, and placed confidence in him: it is he who has informed us of our present danger, and is prepared to assist us out of it. He has long loved you, Anita, and I believe he is not indifferent to you. Ihave this day promised him your hand in marriage, and given him the right, as my in- tended son-in-law, and the future heir of half my for- tune, to secure what of my property he can on such short notice. Have I not done right, my love:

‘Stop, father, stop!’ cried Anita, labouring under the utmost agitation, ‘we have other friends as well as Se- nor Le Brun, and God knows we will need them all. What if the man who disregards the petitions of inno- cence for mercy and despises the rights of property and laws of justice, with respect to the old and harmless, should as suddenly turn round on the young and active, should he become afraid of its power, or jealous of its exercise? Mr. Thorne, who is bold, generous, and a foreigner, is here in the next room,let us ask his advice and assistance. What say you, Senor Le Brun?’

Senor Mendoza has no objections.’

‘I do object, my dear child. Mr. Thorne has been the cause—unwittingly, I allow, but still he has been the cause—of hurrying on our fate. He has already,’ said the old man, echoing the sentiments of Le Brun, ‘rendered himself obnoxious to the whole body of Ma- sorcheros. None, my dear child, can save our property if it be not Le Brun: if the government be resolved to push things to extremities, Le Brun is the man whom I would trust.’

‘ Anita,’ said Le Brun earnestly, laying her hand in his, ‘cheer up, brave girl—better days await us all yet. [ flatter myself that I have influence with the govern- ment—how acquired it boots not now to state; that in- fluence shall be exerted to the utmost to secure your father’s interest and safety. This isa strange time, Anita, to talk of love ; often—often have I longed for a more favourable opportunity. I seek not to urge my suit by my power to save your father’s life—I protest against thus bargaining for your priceless affections, I am struggling to merit your affection, not to buy it. When your father’s life and property are secured, I shall be in misery till I join you in your exile, and la my fate and fortune at your feet. Say, dearest, shail we then forget all our past misfortunes, and seek for

|future happiness in the society of each other ?’

‘Say yes, my child, giye him your promise.’

‘When my father’s life is saved by you, I will,’ and she sank exhausted in her father’s arms.

‘ Adieu, then, dearest. Adieu, Mendoza, for the pre- sent—hasta manana. {I now hurry to town to arrange your affairs as best I may.’ And Don Felipe} Le Brun withdrew a happier man than he had long been, aye and a better. ;

It may well be conceived that the evening which on

this occasion might have passed off ina lively manner,

was dull in the extreme. Every one felt embarrassed ; they soon retired, and next morning they all found their

way back to the city.

CHAPTER, Y.

On the evening succeeding to the day at the ‘charca,’ a small evening party—or tertulia as it is called—was held at the town residence of Luis Mendoza, Our friends Thorne and Griffin were there, two midshipmen belonging to an English man-of-war laying in the roads, with sucha sprinkling of young ladies and gentlemen as could be called on such a short notice.

Mendoza and Le Brun were closeted hard at work by themselves in an adjoining room. The daughters of the former strove to keep up an appearance of gaiety which they could not feel; even Thorne himself was more silent than was his wont, and it seemed as if the gloomy prospect of the times had its effect in diffusing a shade of sadness over the countenances of those who “ - . gay.

e midshipmen were the onl ies wh oo - 2 Reamer a ai es _ dhe feared their first lieutenant more than Rosas him they had left on board: they had come on sate uest of amusement, and like birds in a cage, th

fore him, and implore him by bis hopes of salvation, by:

uttered about in full heyday of enjoyment. Happy

with a feeling of self

‘Certainly, let Mr. Thorne be called for advice, if

€y | pocket ;

themselves, they conceived al] around them to be the same, and at last diffused a little of their light-hearted- ness ta others.

‘Come, Mr. Thorne, we have had plenty of music and singing,’ said Anita Mendoza, forcing herself to exer-

I,|tion: ‘I make you the ‘bastonero.” What say you to

dancing now ?

‘A fair challenge! Gentlemen, chose your partners for a quadrille. Miss Anita, will you favour me with your hand. Gentlemen, please hand round refreshments to the ladies to give them alittle life before we begin. Griffin, the pleasure of a glass of wine with you. Here my young captains, you come and wet your moustaches. ‘Vive la bagatelle.’ Now then, gentlemen,’

Thusjrattled on Tom Thorne,seeking to rouse up the flagging spirits of the company; but he himself’ had — been in worse spirits—he scarce knew

ow.

‘Lhave strange forebodings this night,’ said ‘Tom Thorne to Anita Mendoza, as he stood beside her during an interval in the dance. ‘I see both you and your sisters are dull too; your fatherand Le Brun are as busy as if this were to be the last night of their ex- istence. Anita.I suspect that man—I wish to God your father would trust some foreigner—one native is not better than another, that is, not more secure.’

“ Por dios? teil me, Mr. Thorne, what do you sus- pect in Mr. Le Brun? Tel! me at once; tell me with- out reserve—it may not be too Jate yet?’

*] suspect him of being more intimate with the au- thorities than an honest man cai be.’

‘ He allows he has influence with them, Mr. Thorne; my father has the utmost confidence in him—their in- terests are bound up together; may he not honestly exert what influence he has for my father’s safety

‘How can he have influence with them, except he lends himself to their schemes and plots? Even were he honest in his intentions to secure Mendoza’s interests —and God forbid that he be not—who can say that his influence will outweigh the value of Mendoza’s doub- loons and lands 7”

‘Mr. Thorne,’ said Anita, during another interval of the dance, ‘I know that Senor Le Brun will new use every effort in his power to secure my father and his in- terests. Have you—I beg you—I beg you most earnest- ly to answer me are and at once, for we have not one moment to spare—have you any positive knowleds: of Le Brun’s acting a dishoncenlile sae of his hear o spy in fact?

‘I have not.’

‘Is he suspected of being so in the town?”

é oane as I know he is not.’

‘What are your reasons, then, for suspecti im, i respect to my father ? j arr

‘I met him in close and secret communication with the notorious ——’

‘My dear Mr. Thorne, excuse me, I have heard all that explained by my father. His confidence must go further with me than the suspicion of another, even if that other be——Oh, Mr. Thorne, you can scercely fancy how much I am relieved, how much I am indebt- ed to you for your frankess: but I must trust Le Brun. And now, as the dance is finished—which, by the way,’ said she with a smile, ‘you appear to have forgotten— [ shall feel obliged to you for a'glass of wine, for indeed I feel very faint.’ ; :

In spite of every exertion of our hero, the small party went off very stiffly, and at an early hour the whole party had disappeared except the two midshipmen, Thorne and Griffin; when Le Brun and Mendoza enter- ed the ‘ sala’ with the air of men who had just escaped from a long, troublesome and anxious job, and rub their hands with delight at having finished it.

‘Come, Le Brun,’ said Mendoza, ‘after our long ‘se- derunt, jet us have a glass of the bes the girls can give us. Ha, Thorne, how are you? wheiever you are there is sure to be champagne—so champagne be it.’

But Le Brun declined, and bidding an affectionate adieu to the ladies, and making a formal bow to Thorne he withdrew. :

oe me if I like that man! said Thorne.

never knew aman who flinched fj is li stand by his friend, and I shall make a sae telling him so,’ said Griffin, following up Thorne’s resentment.

‘That may be the case in Ireland, friend, but capno. apply here,’ said Mendoza. ‘ But come, we tan finish a bottle of champagne without any assistanc>, I leave oe a he said ina whigper: ‘the

ood-hounds are on the ‘qui vive,’ :

Pre tees qui vive,’ but you wil see me

Searcely were the words out of his mouth, wlen a rap was heard at the door. A servant entered, mle and trembling, to inform his master that two of the friends of liberty’ were at the door, and wished to speak to the Patron.

Had a thunderbolt fallen at their feet, the whole part could not have stood more aghast. Ofthe object o their visit at twelve o’clock at night, there could be n mis- oo ae = threw themselves upon their fither, and wept aloud ; protesting with tears and should never tear him Som them. Ne

‘Thorne, Griffin, young gentlemen, you will deend my father, will you not! They shall tear us in pieves, before they separate us,’ sobbed Anita, frantically. “he midshipmen, in their enthusiasm, drew their sweds. Thorne produced two small pistols from a great oat

ut Griffin—he was the most collected of he

whole,