We shall all be happy together once more.

In the mean time, all the elegancies and luxuries that love can imagine and wealth supply shall be yours,-- "Nay, dearest, nay, if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which, if love fulfils its prayers, This hand would lead thee, listen,"-- And taking me by the hand, he led me out into the beautiful avenue in which we had so often wandered, and continued, in the words of that charming play which he had read aloud in the early days of our acquaintance, with a thrilling expression which none but himself could give-- "We'll have no friends That are not lovers; no ambition, save To excel them all in love; we'll read no books That are not tales of love; that we may smile To think how poorly eloquence of words Translates the poetry of hearts like ours! And when night comes, amidst the breathless heavens, We'll guess what star shall be our home when love Becomes immortal; while the perfumed light Steals through the mists of alabaster lamps, And every air be heavy with the sighs Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains, that gush forth I' the midst of roses!" "Dost thou like the picture ?" How could I help answering, in the words of the impassioned Pauline,-- "Was ever young imaginative girl wooed in strains of sweeter romance ?" Was there ever a fairer prospect of felicity, if love, pure, intense love, constitutes the happiness of wedded life?
I will not swell these pages by describing the village wonder and gossip, when it was known that the orphan girl of the old gray cottage was exalted to so splendid a destiny; nor the congratulations of friends; the delight and exultation of Dr.Harlowe, who said he had discovered it all by my pulse long before; nor the deeply interesting and characteristic scene with Mr.Regulus; nor the parting interview with Mrs.Linwood and Edith.
Yes, I will give a brief sketch of the last hour spent with Edith, the night before the wedding.

We were to be married in the morning, and immediately commence our bridal journey.
Edith had never alluded to her own feelings respecting her brother's marriage, since the evening of the only misunderstanding we ever had in our sisterly intercourse; and it was a subject I could not introduce.
The delicate, gauzy reserve in which she enfolded herself was as impenetrable to me as an ancient warrior's armor.
Now, when the whole household was wrapped in silence, and the lamps extinguished, and I sat in my night robe in the recess of the window, she came and sat down beside me.

We could see each other's faces by the silver starlight It glittered on the tear drops in the eyes of both.

I put my arms around her, and, laying my head on her bosom, poured out all the love, gratitude, and affection with which my full heart was burdened.
"Forgive me, my beloved Gabriella," she cried, "my apparent coldness and estrangement.