These words assured him that the true Katrine and not the spirit was before him, and he slowly approached her saying, “I come, to crave the boon of pardon from one so deeply injured as you have been.” A sweet smile beamed on her placid countenance as she said, “It is granted, and may kind Heaven forgive all your wanderings, as freely as I now forgive your falsehood. I have found the bitterness of earthly sorrow, and for awhile brooded sadly over disappointed love, but the deep dream now is past. For years my hopes have been fixed upon a brighter world, and not one lingering trace of earthly idolatry has mingled in my devotions. I would have secluded myself in the sacred walls of a monastery, but my heart clung with fondness to my father’s halls. I have traced the Creator’s power in the starry heavens and stolen abroad to view the glories of nature in the pure moonlight. This has given rise to the superstitions of the peasantry, and I have carefully avoided undeceiving them lest they should intrude upon my retirement. And now, farewell. My sands of life are well nigh spent, and I shall soon join my sainted parents in Heaven. Leave me in solitude, I entreat you, lest the lingering spell be thrown again upon me. Once more farewell.” Thus saying she motioned to the door where he had entered, and he retired in sadness of spirit. A few weeks after, the form of Katrine was deposited in the family vault, and the castle remained untenanted. The peasantry still call it the Haunted Castle, asserting that the fair lady of Ehlendorf is seen to wander by moonlight over its crumbling towers. EMMA. Female Seminary, Yonkers, N. Y. 1841. * * * * * ALETHE. BY J. S. FRELIGH. I saw Alethe—she was young and fair: A rose-bud op’ning to the balmy spring; And as she knelt in holy, fervent prayer, Her youthful heart to God surrendering, The music of her voice in murmurs low, Sounded like tones of sweetest melody, Half-waking heard—or like the silver flow Of some lone woodland stream—she seem’d to be A type of perfect beauty—Heav’nly symmetry. Again I saw Alethe.—It was where Dwelt sickness, poverty, and misery deep— Where prison-walls enclos’d a parent dear; And like an angel, she had come to keep Watch while he slept—to comfort him—to pray. In innocence she came, like Mercy’s dove, With healing balm, to sooth his care away! Oh! such sweet tenderness—such holy love, Must be akin to that in the bright world above!