Surely there is no joy like that which the heart feels in the first moment when it gives utterance to its own, and hears the avowed passion of the desired object:--a pure flame, the child of sentiment, just blushing with the hues of passion, just budding with the breath and bloom of life. No sin has touched the sentiment;--no gross smokes have risen to involve and obscure the flame; the altar is tended by pure hands; white spirits; and there is no reptile beneath the fresh blossoming flowers which are laid thereon. The grosser passions sleep, like the fumes at the shrine of Apollo, beneath the spell of that master passion in whose presence they can only maintain a subordinate existence. I loved; I had told my love;--and I was loved in return. I trembled with the deep intoxication of that bewildering moment; and how I found my way back to my office--whom I saw on the way, or to whom I spoke, I know not. I loved;--I was beloved. He only can conceive the delirium of this sweet knowledge who has passed a life like mine--who has felt the frowns and the scorn, and the contempt of those who should have nurtured him with smiles--whose soul, ardent and sensitive, has been made to recoil cheerlessly back on itself--denied the sunshine of the affections, and almost forbade to hope. Suddenly, when I believed myself most destitute, I had awakened to fortune--to the realization of desires which were beyond my fondest dreams. I, whom no affection hitherto had blessed, had, in a moment, acquired that which seemed to me to comprise all others, and for which all others might have been profitably thrown away. I fancied now that henceforth my sky was to be without a cloud. I did not--nor did Julia imagine for a moment that any opposition to our love could arise from her parents. What reason now could they have to oppose it? There was no inequality in our social positions. My blood had taken its rise from the same fountains with her own. In the world's estimation my rank was quite as respectable as that of any in my uncle's circle, and, for my condition, my resources, though small, were improving daily, and I had already attained such a place among my professional brethren, as to leave it no longer doubtful that it must continue to improve. My income, with economy--such economy as two simple, single-minded creatures, like Julia and myself, were willing to employ--would already yield us a decent support. In short, the idea of my uncle's opposition to the match never once entered my head. Yet he did oppose it. I was confounded with his blunt, and almost rugged refusal. “Why, sir, what are your objections?” He answered with sufficient coolness. “I am sorry to refuse you, Edward, but I have already formed other arrangements for my daughter. I have designed her for another.” “Indeed, sir--may I ask with whom?”