I THINK OF THEE. 
381 
^‘Sir—son,” Inique cried, “I cannot disprove 
yottt bitter words by leaving you a fortune of my 
own\ for the real son of De Ladron, whom I made 
an idiW, is the heir of the estate I hold. Forgive 
what ad|ual wrong I have done you as a parent, 
remembering how soon the end of us both must 
be.” 
Before he "ceased speaking, a figure, coming no 
one knew whence, in the consternation of the mo¬ 
ment, hobbled fectween, and cast a baneful look on 
Inique from a pair of ferret eyes sparkling with 
rage and malice. Her rage was so great that she 
mouthed and champed with her old toothless jaws, 
before a word couldHjbe emitted. The wounded 
knight sat bolt upright ilfe bed, gazing at her wildly. 
“Where is my boy—sjteak woman, speak?” he 
cried, with a sudden return'^pf strength and voice. 
“Food for fishes—ah ha ! food for fishes!” She 
mumbled out, pointing wit fisher crooked finger 
mockingly. \ 
“ Oh, heaven be merciful! he. is dying—Her- 
mosa—Don Pedro—help!” Viola (exclaimed, re¬ 
ceiving the cavalier’s weight in her Quickly opened 
arms. 
“ Yes, yes, he’s dying at last,” the crofip screamed 
“ I killed him—me and my son. He’s cheated us 
both, but we ’ve paid him back, and I ’ve goi money 
enough saved up to keep you in pocket money., my 
pretty game-chick.” \ 
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“Hag!” Hilo ejaculated, shaking loose the old 
woman’s clutch on his sleeve. 
“Hey now,” she retorted, threatening him with! 
her finger, “ mind what I say. I’ve gold enough 
for both, without that swindler’s there. I wanted 
you to have that too. I would have been an honest 
girl, but for him, and he owed you a livifig; so 
I put you in place of your namesake, wherya baby. 
I’ve been caring for you ever since. I would ’nt let 
you marry who you wanted, because I Ranted you 
to marry somebody richer than your I^rench coun¬ 
tess.” 
“She devil—I spit on you,” J»fer son broke in 
furiously. 
“Is this my reward?” she-shrieked, “ mind, I 
have gold which you ’ll never Aiandle—you might if 
you were dutiful.” j 
And mutually vilifying each other, the mother and 
her offspring, were carried out from the ante-cham¬ 
ber by the guards of the latter. 
Reader, the foot lights begin to burn dim—one of 
the chief personages of this story, without so much 
will left of all his willfulness, to put his blind arms 
about his daughter, and confess his shqft-comings, 
and without a tatter hanging about him of former 
arrogance, lies expiring—the orchestra plays a dirge 
—the drop scene comes slowly down—all is over. 
One act more, and a short one/closes the drama. 
Cajjthin Wolfang Carlo, it ma^ be borne in mind, 
had retained about his person, the papers taken from 
De Haye’s doublet, and from time to time, as oppor- 
tunity offered, spelled out tip meaning in private.— 
He was not inclined to mink them of much value, 
and felt only a lazy curiosity in regard to the con¬ 
tents, but a reference^ to his comrade, he had met 
with during his las| perusal, joined to the expres¬ 
sions let fall by Padifti, at the examination before the 
marquis, excited intolerable suspicions in his avari¬ 
cious soul. What! after months and years of watch- 
H ing about like a dog; to find himself 
his debtor an impostor and penniless. 
And the captain eagerly embraced 
l of privacy afforded by the abscence 
vith Inique, to find in the MS. in his 
e warrant for his doubts. As the 
lier read laboriously, the veins in his 
cheeks swelled and purpled; he 
sks like any other savage boar, and 
himself on the stone floor, howling 
and beating the flags with his clenched fists. This 
Y^enzy 
was in full vigor, when Hilo entered, un¬ 
guardedly and in no amiable mood. 
h&et up, Flemish hog!” he cried imperiously, 
applying his foot to the other’s ribs. 
He 'did get up; with a yell heard by the guard 
through the thick wall. 
In the wne it took to unbar and unclose the door, 
Wolfang h&d added one more to his list of crimes, 
and the wrelkhed old woman, who had been placed 
in the same cefi at her own stipulation, was discov¬ 
ered vainly endeavoring to break the hold of the 
former on her soi% throat. 
Come children; Vies the great exhibiter of va¬ 
nity-fair, let us shut bp the box and the puppets, for 
our play is played outr^ 
I THINK OF THEE 
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BY GEO. D. PRENTICE. 
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I THTNyof thee when eve’s last blush 
Fade mournfully on heart and eye ; 
fee when morn’s first glories gush 
gold and crimson o’er the sky ; 
fy thoughts are thine ’mid toil and strife, 
Thine when from all life’s perils free— 
Ay, thine—forever thine—my life 
Is but a living thought of thee. 
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I think of thee ’mid spring’s sweet flowyrs 
And in the summer’s brighter glow, 
Of thee in autumn’s purple bowers, 
And gloomy winter’s waste of snow ; 
My thoughts are thine when joys depart, 
And thine when all life’s sorrows flee 
Ay, thine—forever thine—my heart 
Is but a throbbing thought of thee 
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