Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 6, December 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 6, December 1849
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Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXV. December, 1849. No. 6.
Table of Contents
Fiction, Literature and Other Articles
The Conscript
Jasper St. Aubyn
Three Pictures: Sunrise—Noonday—Night
Major Anspach
Self-Devotion
A Case of Gold Fever
My First Love
The Death of Cleopatra
The Two Cousins: A Mas-Sa-Sanga Legend Of Western
Canada
Unfading Flowers
Wild-Birds of America
Editor’s Table
Review of New Books
Poetry, Music, and Fashion
To My Steed
Summer’s Night
The Death of the Year
The Cottage
The Misanthrope
Alice Vernon
Song. On the Wide World I Am Sailing.
The Broken Reed
The Old Wooden Church on the Green
The Fairies’ Song
Pleasant Words
Dirge. On the Death of a Young Lady.
Passing Away
The Undivided Heart
Le Follet
My Life is Like the Summer’s Rose
Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
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[Illustration: THE DEPARTURE.]
GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXV. PHILADELPHIA, December, 1849. NO. 6.
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THE CONSCRIPT;
OR THE FOUNDATION OF MORALS.
BY JOSEPH R. CHANDLER.
[SEE ENGRAVING.]
The family of the Widow Berien had risen from their evening devotions,
and were preparing to hasten to bed that they might rest from the toils
of the day past, and to prepare for the fatigues of that which was to
come. One by one they had taken leave of the mistress of the house, and
had withdrawn, and Louise advanced to give her mother the evening kiss
and receive the evening benediction—when the mother pointed to a chair
and requested her daughter to sit down. The movements of the girl
evinced an understanding of the object of her mother, and her
countenance showed that she had drawn herself up to sustain the rebuke
which had been prepared for her, for when both were seated Louise turned
her face to her mother to discover, if possible, by the appearance of
severity there, how the storm was to commence.
“You have seen Adolph again, to-day,” said Madam Berien, in a mild tone,
and with a glance which conveyed nothing like anger.
“I met him returning from the field.”
“And what did he say?”
“It is scarcely necessary for me to repeat what he said or what I
replied—it was probably not much different from what others in similar
circumstances say. Not greatly different from what passed between you
and my father at our ages, and in our situation.”
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