GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. VOL. XXXV. October, 1849. No. 4. Table of Contents Fiction, Literature and Other Articles A Year and a Day The Engraver’s Daughter Jasper St. Aubyn The Recreant Missionary Minnie Clifton Ibad’s Vision A Harmless Glass of Wine The Village Schoolmaster An Adventure of Jasper C—— Effie Deans Wild-Birds of America Editor’s Table: The Means of a Man’s Lasting Fame Review of New Books Poetry, Music, and Fashion Alice The Fountain in Winter A Parting Song The Light of Life The Bride of Broek-in-Waterland Song Northampton A Thought Speak Out The Willow by the Spring We Are Changed Le Follet I Love, When the Morning Beams Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook. * * * * * [Illustration: L. Clennell, pinx. A. L. Dick sc. THE BAGGAGE WAGGON. Engraved Expressly for Graham’s Magazine.] GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. VOL. XXXV. PHILADELPHIA, OCTOBER, 1849. NO. 4. * * * * * A YEAR AND A DAY: OR THE WILL. BY MRS. CAROLINE H. BUTLER. CHAPTER I. There was once in the city of Philadelphia a poor author whom chilling disappointments and the biting stings of adversity had brought nigh the grave—whose high hopes, ardent ambition, and glowing aspirations for fame, were all quenched and broken beneath the pressure of penury and wo. The wife, too, of his bosom had passed on to the shadowy land before him, and now beckoned him to that blissful home beyond the grave where sorrow and trouble are unknown. One fond tie still bound him to life. He was a father. No other guide—no other friend had that fair young girl, over whose innocent head scarce sixteen summers had flown, and for her sake he still clung to a world whose charms else had long ceased to attract. And there was an old man whom the world called unfeeling and miserly, who day by day passed by the humble home of the author. And day by day as he passed along, saw at the window a pale young face bent over the endless seam, and a small white hand never tiring busily plying the needle. Or sometimes marked the child’s own feeble strength tasked to support the tottering steps of suffering manhood to the open window, that the air of heaven might revive that languid frame, while the hollow, racking cough, and the fever spot on the cheek, like a rose rooted in the grave and blossoming in beauty above, told too plainly consumption had made its victim sure.