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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by 
I). I). T. Moork, in the Office of the Clerk ot the District 
Court for the Northern District of the State of New York. 
ROSAMOND; 
OR, 
THE YOUTHFUL ERROR. 
.A. TALK OTO RIVERSIDE. 
BY MRS. MARY J. HOLMES. 
[Continued from page 244, last number.] 
"Mr. Browning,” she whispered softly, “Iknow 
your secret, and I do not love you less.” 
“ You, Rosamond, you know it /” he exclaimed, 
gazing fixedly at her. “ It cannot be. You would 
never do as you have done.” 
“But I do know it,” she continued, taking both 
his bands in hers and looking him steadily in the 
eye, by way of controlling him, should he be 
seized with a sudden attack, “ I know exactly 
what it is, and though it will prevent me from 
being your wife, it will not prevent me from loving 
you just the same, or from living with you either. 
I shall stay here always,—and,—and,—pardon me, 
Mr. Browning, but when you get furious, as you 
sometimes do, I can quiet you better than any one 
else, and it may be the world will never need to 
know you are a mad-man I” 
Mr. Browning looked searchingly into her inno¬ 
cent eyes, and then, in spite of himself, he laughed 
aloud. He understood why she should think him 
a mad-man, and though he repented of it after¬ 
wards, he hastened to undeceive her now. “ As I 
hope to see another day, it is not that,” he said. 
“It is far worse than insanity; and, Rosamond, 
though it breaks my heart to say it, it is wicked 
for me to talk of love to you, and you must not 
remember what I said. You must crush every 
tender thought of me. You must forget me,— 
nay, more,—you must hate me. Will you, Rosa¬ 
mond ?” 
“No,—no,—no,” she cried, and laying her face 
in his lap, she burst into a passionate flood of tears. 
“ Leave me,” he whispered, “ or I shall go mad, 
for I know I am the cause of this distress.” 
There was decision in the tones of his voice, 
and it stilled the tumult in Rosamond’s bosom. 
Rising to her feet, she said calmly, “I will go, but 
I cannot forget that you deceived me. You have 
wrung from me a confession of my love, only to 
throw it back upon me as a priceless thing.” 
Not thus would he part with her, and grasping 
her arm, he began, “Heaven knows how much 
more than my very life I love you-” 
He did not finish the sentence, for through the 
air a small, dark object came, and, missiDg its 
aim, dropped upon the hearth, where it was bro¬ 
ken in a hundred pieces. It was a vase which 
stood'upon the table in the hall, and Ben Van 
Vechten’s was the hand that threw it! Impatient 
at the delay, he had come up in time to hear his 
uncle’s last words, which roused his Southern 
blood at once, and seizing the vase, he hurled it at 
the offender’s head,—then rushing down the stairs, 
he burst upon bis mother with “Great Thunder! 
mother, Uncle Ralph is making love to Rosamond 
himself, and she likes it, too. I saw it with my 
own ears! I’ll hang myself in the barn, or go to 
the Crimean war!” and Ben bounded up and down 
like an India rubber ball. Suddenly remembering 
that another train was due ere long, he darted out 
of the house, followed by his distracted mother, 
who, divining his intention, ran swiftly after him, 
imploring him to return. Pausing for a moment 
as he struck into the highway, he called out, 
“Good-bye, mother. I’ve only one choice left,— 
War! Give my love to Rosamond and tell her I 
shall die like a hero. You needn’t wear black,— 
if you don’t want to. Good-bye.” 
He turned tbe corner,—he had started for the 
war ,—and mentally resolving to follow him in the 
next train, Mrs. Van Vechten returned to the 
house and sought her brother. 
“Ralph,” she began sternly, “have you talked 
cf love to Rosamond !” 
Mr. Browning had borne so much that nothing 
startled him now, and returning her glance un¬ 
flinchingly, he replied, “I have.” 
“ IIow then, is Marie dead ?” the lady asked. 
“Not to my knowledge,—but hist,” was the re¬ 
ply as Mr. Browning nodded towards the hall, 
where a rustling movement was heard. 
It was the new girl, coming with dust-pan and 
brush to remove the fragments of the vase, though 
how she knew they were there, was a question she 
alone could answer. For a single instant her dull, 
gray eye shot a gleam of intelligence at the occu¬ 
pants of the room, and then assuming her usual 
appearance, she did what she came to do and de¬ 
parted. When they were again alone Mrs. Van 
Vechten demanded an explanation of her brother, 
who gave it unhesitatingly. Cold-hearted as she 
always seemed, Mrs. Van Vechten had some kind 
feelings left, and touched by her brother’s tale of 
suffering, she gave him no word of reproach, and 
even unbent herself to say that a brighter day 
might come to him yet. Then she spoke of Ben, 
announcing her determination of following him 
that night. To this plan Mr. Browning offered no 
remonstrance, and when the night express left the 
Granby station, it carried with it Mrs. Van Vech¬ 
ten in pursuit of the runaway Ben. 
Chapter VIII.—News. 
Nearly two weeks had passed away since the 
exciting scene in Mr. Browning’s library, and 
during that time Rosamond had kept herself aloof 
from her guardian, meeting him only at the table, 
where she maintained towards him a perfectly 
respectful but rather freezing manner. She was 
deeply mortified to think he had won from her a 
confession of her love, and then told her how use¬ 
less —nay, worse—how wicked it was for her to 
think of him. She knew that he suffered intense¬ 
ly, but she resolutely left him to sufier alone, and 
he would rather it should be so. Life was grow- 1 
ing more and more a wearisome burden, and when . 
just one week after the library interview he receiv- 1 
ed a note in the well remembered hand-writing, i 
he asked that he might die and forget his grief, i 
The letter was dated at the Springs, where Miss < 
Porter was still staying, though she said she in¬ 
tended starting the next day for Cuyler, a little •, 
out-of-the-way place of the lake, where there was ] 
but little company, and she could be quiet and ] 
recruit her nervous system. The latter had been ] 
terrible shocked, she said, bv hearing of his recent 
attempt at making love to Rosamond Leyton! 
“ Indeed,” she wrote, “ it is to this very love-mak¬ 
ing that you owe this letter from me, as I deem it 
my duty to keep continually before your mind the 
fact that / am still alive.” 
With a blanched cheek Mr. Browning read this 
letter through—then tore it into fragments, won¬ 
dering much who gave her the information. There 
were no spies about his premises. Rosamond would 
not do it, and it must have been his sister, though 
why she should thus wish to annoy him he 
did not know, when she, more than any one else, 
had been instrumental in placing him where he 
was. Once he thought of telling Rosamond all, 
but he shrank from this, for she would leave his 
house, he knew, and, though she might never again 
speak kindly to him, he would rather feel that she 
was there. 
And so another dreary week went by, and then 
one morning there came to him tidings which 
stopped for an instant the pulsations of his heart, 
and sent through his frame a thrill so benumbing 
and intense that at first pity and horror were the 
only emotions of which he seemed capable. It 
came to him in a newspaper paragraph, which in 
substance was as follows: 
“A sad catastrophe occurred on Thursday after¬ 
noon at Cuyler, a little place upon the lake, which 
of late has been somewhat frequented during the 
summer months. Three ladies and one gentleman 
went out in a small pleasure boat which is kept 
for the accommodation of the guests. They had 
not been gone very long when a sudden thunder 
gust came up, accompanied by a violent wmd, and 
the owner of the skiff, feeling some alarm for the 
safety of the party, went down to the landing just 
in time to see the boat make a few mad plunges 
with tbe waves, and then capsize at the distance of 
nearly half a mile from the shore. 
“Every possible effort was made to save the 
unfortunate pleasure-seekers, but in vain; they 
disappeared from view long before a boat could 
reach them. One of the bodies has not yet been 
recovered. It is that of a Miss Porter, from 
Florida. She had reached Cuyler only the day 
previous, and was unaccompanied by a single 
friend, save a waitiDg-maid, who seems over¬ 
whelmed with grief at the loss of her mistress.” 
This, then, was the announcement which so 
affected Ralph Browning, blotting out for a mo¬ 
ment the wretched past, and taking him back to 
tbe long ago when he first knew Marie Porter 
and fancied that he loved her. She was dead now 
—dead. Many a time he whispered that word to 
himself, and with each repetition the wish grew 
strong within him—not that she were living, but 
that while living he had not hated her so bitterly, 
and with the softened feeling which death will 
always bring he blamed himself far more than he 
did her. There had been wrong upon both sides, 
but he would' rather now that she harjl ueenVccon- 
ciled to him ere she found that watery grave. 
Hand in hand with these reflections came another 
thought — a bewildering, intoxicating thought. 
He was free at last—free to love —to worship —to 
marry Rosamond. 
“And I will go to her at once,” he said, after 
the first hour had been given to the dead; “ I will 
tell her all the truth.” 
He arose to leave the room, but something staid 
him there, and whispered in his ear, “There may 
be some mistake. Cuyler is not far away. Go 
there first and investigate.” 
For him to will was to do, and telling Mrs. Pe¬ 
ters he should be absent from home for a time, he 
started immediately for Cuyler, which he reached 
near the close of the day. Calm and beautiful 
looked the waters of the lake on that summer 
afternoon, and if within their caverns the ill-fated 
Marie slept, they kept over her an unruffled watch 
and told no tales of her last dying wail to the care¬ 
worn, haggard man who stood upon the sandy 
beach, where they said that she embarked, and 
listened attentively while they told him how gay 
she seemed that day, and how jestingly she spoke 
of the dark thunder-head, which even then was 
mounting the western horizon. They had tried in 
vain to find her, and it was probable she had sunk 
into one of the unfathomable holes with which the 
lake was said by some to abound. Sarah, the 
waiting-maid, wept passionately, showing that the 
deceased must have had some good qualities or 
she could not thus have attached a servant to her. 
Looking upon Mr. Browning as a friend of her 
late mistress, she relied on him for counsel, and 
when he advised her immediate return to Florida, 
she readily consented and started on the same day 
that he turned his face towards Riverside. They 
had said to him, “If we find her, shall we send 
her to your place ?” and with an involuntary 
shudder he had answered, “No,—oh, no. You 
must apprise me of it by letter, as also her Florida 
friends,—but bury her quietly here.” 
They promised compliance with his wishes, and 
feeling that a load was off his mind, he started at 
once for home. Certainty now was doubly sure. 
Marie was dead, and as this conviction became 
more and more fixed upon his mind, he began to 
experience a dread of telling Rosamond all. Why 
need she know of it, when the telling it would 
throw much censure on himself. She was not a 
great newspaper reader;—she had not seen the 
paragraph and would not see it. He could tell her 
that the obstacle to his happiness had been re¬ 
moved,—that ’twas no longer a sin for him to 
think of her or seek to make her his wife. All 
this he would say to her, but nothing more. 
And all this he did say to her in the summer 
house at the foot of the garden, where he found 
her just as the sun was setting. And Rosamond 
listened eagerly,—never questioning him of the 
past, or caring to hear of it. She was satisfied to 
know that she might love him now, and with his 
sheltering arm around her, she sat there alone 
with him until the August moon was high up in 
the heavens. He called her his “ sunshine ”—his 
“ life,” and pushing the silken curls from off her 
childish brow, kissed her again and again, Celling 
her she should be his wife when the 20th day of course he’s told her all, and spite of her professed 
November came. That was his twenty-ninth *>king for me, she is glad that I am dead. I long, 
, . , r i yet oread, to see her amazement; but hist,—she 
birthday, and looking into her girlish face, he 
asked if he were not too old. He knew she would 
comes. 
There was the sound of little, high-heeled sbp- 
'Aifoatiscments. 
U M P II BEYS’ 6PEClPi c 
tell him no, and she did, lovingly caressing his P ers “ n tbe stairs, the flutter of a pink morning 
.... gown, and then Rosamond Leyton stood face to 
grayisn nair. fane with — Marie Porter! The crave had siven 
gown, and then Rosamond Leyton stood face to HOMCEOPATHIC EEMEDi2g j 
face with — Marie Porter! The grave had given No. 563 Broadway. 
__ _ _ r No. 563 Broadway. 
“He had grown young since he sat there,” she U p its dead, and without any visible marks of the - 
said, and so, indeed, he had, and the rejuvenating world prepared for such as she, save, indeed, the u -\y 2vl p h R B 6 » 
process continued day after day, until the villagers 'J 16 increased fire which burned in her black eyes, SPECIFIC 
f the risen woman sat there much as living people 
laughingly said that his approaching marriage s j t _ her bead bent forward,—her lips apart,— IIOMCEJOXLA.'I'IIIC REMEDIES, 
had put him back ten years. It was known to all and a look of expectation upon her face. But she No. 563 Broadway. 
the town’s folks now, and unlike most other was doomed to disappointment. Rosamond knew - 
matches, was pronounced a suitable one. Eeen humpbrut.. 
Mrs. Van Vechten, who had found Ben at Love- Miss Porter,— I felt so cross when told a visitor SPECIFIC 
joy’s Hotel, and still remained with him in New was here, but now I know who ’tis, I am so glad, KCOIVCCEOX’-A.ariXIC I?.E33VCE1X3 ies, 
York, wrote to her brother a kind of a congratula- I am very lonely to-day. No. 563 Broadway. 
’ . ° The hard woman swept her hand a moment be- _ 
York, wrote to her brother a kind of a congratula¬ 
tory letter,mingled with sickly, sentimental regrets fore her eyes aud with that moment swept away IX n, S -sr S » 
for the “heart-broken, deserted and now de- the kindly spirit, which whispered, “Don’t un- K 
parted Marie.” It was doubtful whether she came deceive her. Don’t quench the light of that bright SPECIFIC 
up to the wedding or she said, a, Bs» had *■&?" Pouts, toe. 
positively refused to come, or to leave the city that, and though she repented of what she had 
either, and kept her constantly on the watch lest done, it was now too late to retreat, an(l all she 
he should elope with a second-rate actress at Laura ? ould d ,° tb b ™ ak the h , eart of the unsuspect- *7”* JT - 
* mg girl as tenderly as possible. SPECIFIC 
Keene s theatre. “ Why are you so lonely V” she said, “ This is a HOMCEOPATHIC E.EIVCBX3IES 
Rosamond laughed heartily when Mr. Browning most beautiful spot. I believe I’d like to live here * 
told her of this sudden change in Ben, and then myself.” 
... . , , , . , 4 . . • “Oh, yes, tis a lovely place, answered Rosa- HAVE THESE ADVANTAGES, 
witha sigh as she thought how many times his M0ND> but,-but,-Mi- Downing is not here,” THEY ARK HARMLESS! No injury ean arise from their 
soft, good-natured heart would probably be wrung, aad S b e averted ner crimson face. nse. 
she went back to the preparations for her bridal, “Is Mr. Browning so necessary to your happi- THEY ARE SIMPLE! You always know what to take, 
which were on a magnificent scale. They were DesS ! ' Miss Porter asked, and bringing an otto- and how to take’ j*; 
° . , man Rosamond sat down at her visitor s feet and THEY ARE CONVENIENT! You «an always give the 
going to Europe, they would spend the winter in thus replied, “We talked so much of him at the medicated proper Sugar Pill at a moment’s notice without 
Paris, and as Mr. Browning had several influen- Springs that it surely is not foolish in me to tell hesitation or delay. 
tial acquaintances there, they would of course see y° u what every b« d Y knows. Now, you won’t THEY ARE EFFICIENT! Thousands are using them la 
• , „ j i- , -j 0 laugh at me, will you ? Mr. Browning and I are curing disease, with the most astonishing success, 
some society, and he resolved that his bride * t o,_ob, I can’t tell it,- but, any way, your t , ST op SPEC IFIC REMEDIES 
should be inferior to none in point of dress, as fortune-telling is not true.” LIST ° S 5 c . ... 
she was to none appoint of beauty. Everything “ Mr. Browning and you are going to be mar- m at? 0 n of all™ nds!' 8 ~ F ° r Fever ’ Congestlon and Infla »- 
which love could devise or money procure was ried , Is ll,at 11 ■' tbe woman a sked, and witha No 2 . worm PiLLS-For Worm-Fever, Worm-Colic, and 
e u quick, upward glance of her soft, brown eyes, Rosa- wetting the Bed. 
purchased for her, and the elegance of her outfit mond replied, “ Yes, that’s it,—that’s it,—and, oh, No . 3 . baby’s PlIXB _For Colic, Crying, Teething and 
was for a long time the only theme of village gossip, you can t begin to guess how happy I am. lie is Wakefulness, and Nervousness of Adults. 
Amonc the members of the household none not crazy either. It was something else, though I No. 4 . Diarrhasa Pills—F or Diarrliaia, Cholera-Infantum 
i • * ,• oil don’t know what, for he never told me, and 1 do and Summer Complaint, 
seemed more interested m the preparations than DOtcare to kuow. The obstacle has been removed, No-6 Dysentery Pills—F or CoUc, Griping, Dysentery, 
the girl Maria, who has before been incidentally whatever it was, and it has wrought such a change or _, °“ iy _ UX- ._ „ _ , , 
mentioned. Her dull eyes lighted up with each in him. He’s so much younger,— handsomer, vomiting. U0LK1!A ills— -or m era, io era lorbus, 
new article of dress, and she suddenly displayed now,—-and so kind tome. 1 m glad you ve come, no. 7 . Conan Pii.ls —For Coughs, Colds, Hoarseness, In- 
HUMPHRBYS’ 
SPECIFIC 
HOMCEOPATHIC REMEDIES, 
No. 563 Broadway. 
H XT M I» H IX U Y 8 » 
SPECIFIC 
HOMCEOPATHIC EtEIVIEIDIES, 
No. 563 Broadway, 
HAVE THESE ADVANTAGE& 
TCIEY ARE HARMLESS! No injury ean arise from their 
nse. 
THEY ARE SIMPLE! You always know what to take, 
and how to take it. 
THEY ARE CONVENIENT! You ean always give the 
curing disease, with the most astonishing success. 
LIST OP SPECIFIC REMEDIES. 
No. 1. Fkver Pills— For Fever, Congestion and Inflam¬ 
mation of all kinds. 
No. 2. Worm Pills— For Worm-Fever, Worm-Colic, and 
Wetting the Bed. 
No. 3. Baby’s Pills — For Colic, Crying, Teething and 
Wakefulness, and Nervousness of Adults. 
No. 7. Conan Pills — For Coughs, Colds, Hoarseness, In- 
, . . . ’ ... . , j , Miss Porter, and you’ll stay till after the wedding, fluenza’ and Sore Throat, 
so much taste in everything pertaining to a lady s j t > s tbe twentieth, and he has bought me so many No. 8 ..Tooth-ache Pills— For Tooth ache, Face-ache and 
toilet, that Rosamond was delighted and kept her new things. We are going to Europe. Just think Neuralgia. 
constantly with her, devising this new thing and of a winter in Paris, with Mr. Browning? But, No. 9. Head-ache Pills— For Head-ache, Vertigo, Heat 
wmuMmuj, mtu uci, -- - ” “V Ros AM „ NU started and Fulfil ess of the Head, 
that, all of which were invariably tried on and as a burmn / t ear fell upon her forehead. ‘ acha ConstTpafionindidvl. 
submitted to the inspection of Mr. Browning, who M Rosamond Leyton » 8aid Miss Porter, in a No. U. For Female Ihrec 
was sure to approve whatever his Rosamond wore, voice husky with emotion, “I have not wept in Suppressed Periods. 
„ hnrnimr tear fell noon her forehead N°. 10. Dyspepsia Pills— For Weak and Deranged Stom¬ 
as a Durmng tear leu upon ner lorcDtaa. achs, Constipation and Liver. 
“Rosamond Leyton,” said Miss Porter, in a No. 11. For Female Ikregularities— Scanty Painfulor 
voice husky with emotion, “I have not wept in Suppressed Periods. 
eight long years, but the sight of you so innocent, No. 12. Female Pills— For Leucorrhoea, Profuse Menses 
so happy, wrings the tears Irom my stony heart, as and 15earmg t )owu - 
n(mnv will sometimes force out. tbe drons of nersni- _ No. 13. CaOUP Pills For Croup, Hoarse Cough, Bad 
And thus g a yly sped the halcyon hours, bringing eight long years, but the sight of you so innocent, No. 12. Female Pilis—F or Leucorrhoea, Profuse Mense* 
at last the fading leaf and the wailing October so happy wrings the tears Irom my stony heart, as no ^’croop Pills-F or Croup Hoarse Cough Bad 
. , . , , T , v . ,, ,. ,, agony will sometimes force out the drops of perspi- CR0LP 1ILLS uroup, uoarse Lougn, naa 
winds; but to Rosamond, baskmg in the sunlight rat j on wb en the body is shivering with cold. I „ 14 D 'c tIT p..,q_For Ervsinelas. FninMnna. 
of love, there came no warning note to tell her of was young like yeu once, and my bridal was Pimp’les’on"the Face. ’ 31 
the dark November days which were hurrying fixed—•’’ she paused, and stealing an arm around No. 15. Rukcmatic Piixs—F or Pain, Lameness or Soreness 
swiftly on. 
her waist, Rosamond said pleadingly, “ Tell me In the Chest, Back, Loins or Limbs, 
about it, M<ss Porter, I always knew you had a A.—For Fever and Ague, Chill Fever, Dumb Ague, old mis- 
history. Did the man die?” managed Agues. 
<< No,— no. Better for me if he had,— aye, and H-For Piles, Blind or Bleeding, Internal or External. 
" itter too for you.” 0.-ForSore,WeakorInflainedEyesandEyelids;Fail- 
This last was a whisper, and Rosamond did not in s> ^^ak or Bluried bight 
n ir ... „„„„ _ _ C.—For Catarrh, of longstanding or recent, citherwith 
;ar it. IJtr thoughts were bent upon th estoty, obstruction or profuse discharge. 
id she continued, “ W ill it pain you too much to -\y. c.— For Whooping-Cough, abating Us violence and 
11 it dow r shortening its course. 
" y es > y es > wait. Miss I orter said, “ ait un- j n acute Diseases, such as Fevers, Inflammations, Di- 
aftei dinner, and meantime, as I cannot possi- arr i la:8 Dysentery, Croup, Rheumatism, and such eruptive 
y stay until the 20th, perhaps you will let me see disease8 M Scarlet Fever , Mea8 , eB and E rysl P elas-the ad- 
at*" i ' esses ’ , i , u . i vantage of giving the proper remedies promptly Is obvious, 
Chapter IX. The Guest at Riverside, “No,— no. Better for me if he had,— aye, and 
The November days bad come. The satin dress better, too, for you.” 
was made,—the bridal veil sent home,—the wreath This last was a whisper, and Rosamond did not 
„ ’ , . .. . .. hear it. Iler thoughts were bent upen the story, 
of orange, too; a^ then one morning when the and ghe co * timietJ, “ Will it pain you too much to 
summer, it would seem, had come to revisit the tell it now ?” 
scenes of its brief feign, Mr. Browning kissed his . “ Yes, yes, wait,” Miss Porter said, “Wait un¬ 
bride elect, and wiped away the two big tears a ^ er dinner, and meantime, as I cannot possi- arr i ia:8 Dysentery, Croup, Rheumatism, and such eruptive 
which dropped f -.L he - eye lashes when be told f TrernaT ' P P 1 ' 
her he was going Mi ior that day and Ihenext. ' HoitUDg could please Rosinoso more, and gay JSgSSjJSKiKK 
“But when tr pl ow’s sun is setting, I shall as }' little child,^she lead the way to the large up- tire disease is ofte Narrested at once, and in all cases the 
be witJj you qgair 
l‘ for that day and the next. Nothing could please Rosamond more, and gay 
tow’s sun is setting, I shall a s » little child, she lead tbe way to the large up- 
• i ^ i l i j v • i j) jm room, which contained her wedding outfit.— 
said, a:,d be bade her quiet Js.^oiicJly she displayed her treasures, flitting like a 
violence of tbe attack is moderated, the disease shortened 
the fluttering little heart, which throbbed birdfJm one pileof linery to another, and reserv- 
so painfully at pardiug from him. ing tbe most important unti the very last. advantage from the previous treatment. 
“I don’t know why it is/’she said, “I’m not t did not Think" it could beonT^Onfy Coughs and Colds, which are of such frequent occurrence, 
one bit superstitious, but Biuno howled so dis- f(mr h(n ’ rs more _ bu t come, let us go down and aad which so often lay the foundation of diseased lungs, 
mally under my window all night, and when he a fter dinner, if you’ll never tell Mrs. Peters, nor bronchitis and consumption, may all be at once cured by the 
ceased, a horrid owl set up a screech. I told Ma- any body, I’ll try on my bridal dress and let you Fever and Cough Bills. 
t>ta ond aBo anid in her rnmitrv the erv of on owl see if it is becoming. I want so much to know in all Chronic Diseases, such as Dyspepsia, WeakStom- 
RIA, and she said in her country the cry ol an owl ^ u look gince jf ARIA put the rose-buds in the ach, Constipation, Liver Complaint, Piles Female Debility 
was a sign that the grave was about to give up its bmhe . And then your sto ry. I must hear that.” 
dead, and stie looked so mystciious Hiat slio fright- As tliev were croiocr down the stairs Miss Porter whose proper application will afford a cure In almost every 
i II >> . , t, J i j *j // tt • a u . o instance. Often the cure of a single chronic difficulty, such 
ened me all the more took Rosamond s baud and said, How is this . as Dyspepsia, Piles, or Catarrh, Headache, or Female Weak- 
“That Maria is too superstitious, and I don’t Where is my ring?” ness, has more than paid for the case ten times over. 
. , ,, t ... -v- i yj • j at,, ~ „ Rosamond could not tell her of an act which now FOR COUGHS AND COLDS.—A gentleman, well known 
as Dyspepsia, Piles, or Catarrh, Headache, or Female Weak¬ 
ness, has more than paid for the case ten times over. 
FOR COUGHS AND COLDS.—A gentleman, well known 
thought of the grave giving up his dead. Thrice 
he turned back to kiss the little maiden, who fol- 
But tbe latter deemed it wise to say no more just given in alternation, have entirely cured the cast in a day 
7 . , ,, J . , •! , or two. The case has already paid for itself several times 
then, and silently io owed her young friend into o\er” 
lowed him down the a^nue and then climbed into tbe d i n i n g. r0 om. Dinner being over they went up ^coUGIIS AND COLDS.-A gentleman, a public lecturer, 
a box-like seat, which had been built on the top of to Rosamond’s chamber, the closet of which con- took a severe cold the latter part of last month, while travel- 
the rrnfp-nost an d was sheltered bv a sveamore tained the bridal robes. jng and lecturing in northern Pennsylvania,.though address- 
tne gatepost anu wus sutitticu uy a sycamore. , , , „ ., t> __u- v „ ing public audiences every evening, yet in two days, by the 
“ Here ” said she “ shall I wait for vou to-morrow Two 0 clock, said Rosamond, consulting her u ;,i 0 f the Specific he was entirely recovered, and enabled to 
xieie, sai . e, y ow wa t c h, then bringing out the rich, white satin and pursue his avocation without inconvenience. No public 
night, when the sun is way over there. Oh, I exquisite over-skirt of lace, she continued, “I speaker should be without them. 
wish it would burry.” shall have just time to try this on, bear your story BAD COLD.—A married lady of forty had taken a violent 
nisuiimiuiu j _. M,; ... cold, which settled on her lungs, causing severe cough, pam 
He wished so, too, and with another fond good- and get dressed before Mr. Browning comes. How j n ttie gjj,, and considerable fever and hoarseness. Such 
, , “ short the day seems, with you here! I told him colds were usually very lasting and troublesome, but by tak- 
bye they parted. ihe day seemed long to Rosa- l’ d be sitting in that little box which you possibly ing the Specific Cough Fills four times per day, in three 
mond, and though she varied the time by trying noticed, built on the gate-post against tbe tree.— clergyman in a neighboring village 
on each and every one of her new dresses, she was And be so disappointed not to find me there, ba( j suffered for many years from an obstinate Catarrh, 
glad when it was niglit, so she could go to bed and SSt'ST‘tSfwoo r ”““ WlU,e IUSSStt 
sleep the time away. The next morning the de- .. certainly not/answered Miss Poetbb, and the “u,u.‘ , SwirmLMS£ K &"«il‘ia 
pression of spirits was gone; he was coming, — dressing up process began, Rosamond chatting despair he commenced the use of our Catarrh Specific, and 
1 ij .. n i* \ m j* crfivlv all the while Rnd Rskinf? if it were verv fool- 8-fter the use of only s-fcwpills—one every night found hini* 
she should wait for him beneath the sycamore,— 8^ / v,‘ l h I“ t i„j 7, / A self improved; and ere he had used an entire box, could 
, lsll for her to try on the dress. “I should not do ronsider himself entirely well 
possibly she would hide to make him believe she p ” she said “ if von would stav Can’t vou v” consider mmseu[entirely eu. 
“ J lt> sne saiu, li you wouia stay, cant you. Dyspepsia or Weak Stomach, Cask 1.—A young man of 
was not there, and the bright blushes stole over The answer was a decided negative, and adjust- had Dyspepsia for two years, attended witha severe pau 
her dimpled cheeks as she thought what he would ing her little satin slipper, Rosamond stood up goon as foodreached'the stomach! and contmuiiiAVough 
do when he found that she was there while her companion put over her head the satin the period of digestion. The pain was severe and aching, 
“Ten o’clock,” she said to herself, as she heard diess ’ f ^V^toan^the^^nn^ ehnhhlT™d^estiKeffi^ & 
,, ... ’ . been fairer than the round, chubby arms and w £ s less carefully selected. It was also worse during warm 
the whistle ol the upward train. beven hours plump, well-shaped shoulders which the short- weather. The bowels were very costive—stools hard and 
more and he will come.” «.,»»»< of the dres. showed to good mintage.- 
Going to her room, she took a book in which Now the lace over-skirt, now the berthe, and j{ e commenced taking the Dyspepsia Pills, one piU three 
_ „ ., , then the vei 1 , With tbe orange wreath twined times per day, with prompt relief. In little more than a wees 
she tried to be interested, succeeding so well that, among the flowing curls, and Rosamond was ^n&?e KweUC^icImfperflX^’ar^d^ 
though her windows commanded a view of the dressed at last. was entirely well. 
avenue, she did not see tbe lady who came slowly “How do I look ?’’ she asked, but Marie Por- g. A young lady of 26 had been troubled with indigestion 
Dyspepsia or Weak Stomach, Case 1.—A young man of 19 
had Dyspepsia for two years, attended witha severe pain 
in the pit of the stomach, coming on during eating or as 
soon as food reached the stomach, and continuing through 
tnougn uer wiuuuws coumiauueu a view ui me dressed at last. was entirely well. 
avenue, she did not see tbe lady who came slowly “ Ho w do I look ?” she asked, but Marie Por- g. A young lady of 26 had been troubled with indigestion 
,ii- „„„„„ ter made no immediate reply, and as she gazed for several months, so as to render great care necessary in 
up the walk, castin 0 about her eager, curious upon tbe young gu-1 so beautiful, so innocent and tu .f 
glances, and pausing more than once to note the unsuspecting, who can tell of the keen anguish at heavy ffiad-Uke 'sensation in her stomach.’ continuing some 
exceeding beauty of the place. Once she stopped her heart, or Dow she shrank from the bitter task hours, frequently headache, bowels constipated, and a ae- 
for a long time, and leaning against a tree, seemed which she must do, and quickly, too, for the clock 
to ho dohurimr whether to turn back or ho on P 0ln, f d to t] f ee > aud her P lan now was to Strike week almost every symptom of her disease had vanished, 
to be debating wnetuer to turn Dack or go on. t j ie ^ ove and tben q ce ere tbe ea gl e came. She and she felt like a new being. 
Deciding upon the latter she arose, and quicken- would thus wound him more deeply, for the very PRICES. 
imr her movements soon stood upon the threshold, uncertainty would add fresh poison to his cup ot Full set, 20 large vials In Morocco Case and Book.W- 
1 , . . , no-onv Full set, 20 large vials in Plain Case and Book. J-vj 
Her ring was answered by Maria, who betrayed . T i i t> , , . . Case of 15 numbered boxes and Book. r'XX 
6 . „ „ J tx “ How do I look?” Rosamond asked again and ofanv o numbered boxes and Book. fuo 
■■ f from +hn ormor hn’n Mm TW™ “ How do I look?” Rosamond asked again and Case of any 0 numbered boxes and Book";;;::. BOO 
no surpuse, foi Irom the upper hall Mis. i biers a fter duly complimenting the dress, Miss Porter Single numbered boxes, with directions . 
herself was closely inspecting the visitor. added, “ I promised you my story, and if I tell it t-aree DlaStton^ two oz. viai 15.00 
“Is Mr. Browning at home?” the lady asked. a ^ all to-day, I must begin it now, for it is long and OUR BBMEDIEg iiy MAIL. 
“ Gone to Buffalo,” was the laconic reply, and a ^ wMl Unl^ill attenrinn'”' aHrMlnoAunum Look over the list; make up a case of vbat y „ 8 
. r . n f ,i Yciy well, 1 m all attention, said Rosamond, choose, and enclose the amount in a current note or stami 
gleam of satisfaction flitted over the lace of the and like a lamb before its slaughterer she knelt be- by mail to our address, at No. 562 Broadway, New Yoi% 
questioner, who continued, “And the young lady, fore the woman, bending low her graceful head to thenmdmmes will be duly returned by mai or c 
Miss Leyton ’ Has she gone, too?” have the wreath removed. No family should be without these Invaluable curatlvM.- 
‘ . ° ..... . , This done, Miss Porter said, “Have you any They are the only remedies perfectly adapted for d 
“She is here,” said Maria, still keeping her eye camphor handy, or hartshorn? I am sometimes “ < LS r i va t7 0 u , s , e v ;« wVn h nrn : ,oh e o P f a dis n eMe a”d cnrmeetit 
upon the shadow bending over the balustrade, faint and may want them.” at the threshold and keep it at bay. .A trifle of ," | ,L ' <l ® a l r r p 8 
“What name shall I nive her 9 ” “Yes, both, here in the bathing-room,” said rightly directed in the first hours of disease, perfect yc 
<< No name I wish to surprise her,” and pass- and she brought them tot. lady, who 
Miss Leyton? Has she gone, too?” 
“ She is here,” said Maria, still keeping her eye 
upon the shadow bending over the balustrade. 
“ Wliat name shall I give her?” 
“No name. I wish to surprise her,” and pass- 
in o name, i wioll lu surprise uur, unu puss- . . .. .. y . i , /. i ir noure w Huuaiug. u nb ui. T *. ’n pvnen- 
/ _ * ./ , placed them upon the table,—not for herself,— obliged to await the ccming of that distant as well as expeu 
ing on into the parlor, the stranger laid aside her f, ut to r one who would need them more—for poor, sive luxury, a doctor; nor to be drugged, or po^soneu, 
hat and shawl with the air of one perfectly at poor Rosamond. The disrobmg proceeded slowly, 8 iecfflc d an°d restoretheroSSycmTentof life again to health 
hat and shawl with the air of one perfectly at poor ..- n r - ----—- —- ■ -j, gpec mc, anurestore tue ruuuycuiiein.ui mo . Hse f r0I n 
home,-then seating herself upon a sofa, she ex- fo 7 tbe i 1 "' 0 « lrl was well pleased with the figure and joy. There cannot.only no 
b . , 1 , , , reflected by the mirror. But Miss Porter could their use, but the general influence upon tne 
amined the room as curiously as she bad examined not wait> a ' d when the wrea th, the veil, and berthe be y° nd a “ fl^sUon is most beneficial. 
the grounds of Riverside 
were removed, she seated herself by the window 
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