'That you should share the fortune with me,' replied Bolton.

'I thought so. If I will give you a portion of my fortune, you will leave me the rest.'

Bolton's face wore a soft smile, but it was a dangerous one, as he answered: .

'I am particularly unfortunate in not being understood.'

'Was not such your meaning, Sir?' said Miss Crawford, keeping her eye fastened on his, and watching every sign of equivocation or guilt; 'your language was plain enough.'

Distrust and anger were written in every feature as she spoke. Bolton saw that there were prejudices which he had not the time to overcome; and he felt that he was watched by one whose intellect was naturally keen, and whose faculties were sharpened by fear and suspicion. So he determined to appeal at once to her interests.

'And it is

'Such was not my meaning,' said he, in a decided tone. time that we came to a full and clear understanding of it, without farther waste of words. When I offered to share your father's property with you, it was by making you my wife. On these terms, and on these alone the wealth which your father has made mine, will become yours, and at your disposal.'

'Now, at least, I understand you, Sir,' said she, drawing herself up; while every feature of her beautiful face seemed gleaming with anger and contempt: you would buy my silence; for the sake of my fortune, you would take the encumbrance of its lawful owner. You would be magnanimous, and make the beggar your wife! No Sir!' said she, speaking with an earnestness that astonished him; 'not until every appeal that the law allows has been made, will I yield possession of one single thing. From court to court I will contest that will as a forgery; and until expelled from hence, I will maintain my hold. Should I fail, I would starve in the streets before my name should be changed for yours. Begone, Sir! Until the law gives you this house, you have no business here.'

'Resist if you will,' said the Attorney, still retaining full command of his temper; but you will repent it. You will expose to the world the stain upon your family, which otherwise would be known to but few. You will tarnish the fame of her who gave you birth, and will cast a shade upon the memory of the gray-headed old man who has just gone to his grave.'

"T is false!' exclaimed the girl, now fairly aroused; 't is you who disgrace them, yourself, and human nature. I will make this matter public. The truth shall come out at last, and prove them unsullied; and brand you for the black-hearted man that the world now suspects you to be. You cannot frighten me from my purpose. If I fail, I shall only have done my duty; if I succeed, I will have justice measured out, of which you shall have a full share.'

'You speak confidently; but you don't know what law is,' said Bolton, coldly.

'I know what it is meant to be. It is intended to shield the weak from the strong; the injured from the oppressor; to right the wronged; to keep down injustice and crime. That's what it's meant for; but

there are those who disgrace it as much as they disgrace the image of the great God which they bear.'

The Attorney had remained cool until now; but now he fairly shook with passion, as he answered in a quick, stifled voice:

'It is my turn now. I have made a fair and honorable proposal to you. I have offered to share the fortune which you father gave me, with one whom I know he loved; not from fear of what you or the law could do; not from love of you, but from gratitude to him. I am frank, you see. You have scouted my offer; insulted me, and claimed the law of the land. That law you shall have, to your cost. Drag this matter from court to court, and from court to court I'll follow it; and when it is decided, what the law allows you, you shall have; but not one tittle more; not the tenth part of a cent, if you were begging your bread; not one crust to keep the soul in your body! Now you understand me!'

'It would be devilish strange if she did n't,' said a stern voice behind him. At the same time a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. 'So the devil has dropped his mask?' Bolton turned and found himself face to face with a young man of four or five and twenty, whose manner plainly showed that he had overheard a part of the conversation. Before the Attorney had time to collect his thoughts, the other said: Are you going out of the house? or will you wait until you are thrust out like a dog?'

'By what right?' demanded the lawyer. 'No matter,' interrupted the stranger. You are not the person to question that.'

Bolton measured him with his eye. He was slight, but tall and muscular, and might prove an unpleasant antagonist. The lawyer was no coward, where his life was not immediately concerned; but there was nothing to be gained by a scuffle; and that was a thing which he never at any time lost sight of. So he said:

'I did not come here to raise a riot over the grave of my friend, or to break in upon the grief of his daughter by outrages or violence that would disgrace a midnight brawl.'

'Your last words to Miss Crawford were certainly expressive of very great consideration for the daughter,' said the stranger, with a slight sneer. 'I have told you to quit this house; and now you must, without farther parley.' As he spoke, he led him to the door, but using no violence. He opened it and pointed to the entry.

Every feature of the lawyer's livid face was distorted by the scowl which settled on it, as he turned and fixed his eye on him; and shaking his thin finger, he uttered the words:

'I'll remember you!'

'I don't doubt it,' replied the young man; and he slammed the door in his face.

Bolton strode through the entry, banged the street-door after him, and sprang down the steps into the street.

Nearly the whole time that he had been in the house his confederates, Higgs and Wilkins, had been loitering about it. No sooner was he come out than they joined him.

Mr. Higgs was considerably elated; possibly by the fineness of the night, although it is not unlikely that several visits which he had paid to a small tavern three streets off might have had something to do with it. Wilkins, on the other hand, was the same sullen savage that he had been for some time past. When he joined the Attorney he did not utter

a syllable; but stalked silently at his side; noticing him no more than if he had been a mile off.

'Well, old boy;' said Mr. Higgs, speaking a little slowly, and somewhat thick: 'when is it to be?'

'Never!' answered the Attorney, abruptly.

Mr. Higgs stared at him solemnly.

'I beg pardon, Mr. Bolton,' said he; but did you make use of the word never?'

'I did.'

'Speak out, man, will you?' said Wilkins, in a harsh voice: 'what have you done? We must know some day, so tell us at once; what luck?'

'D-n her! none! This blasted will must be proved. She rejected me; scouted me; all but cursed me. I bore it as long as I could, then I threatened; and by she defied me; and vowed she would

'She has a fellow

not quit the house till forced by law.' 'A young woman of mettle,' ejaculated Mr. Higgs. The Attorney did not notice him, but went on. leagued with her; a young slip as fierce and proud as herself. He looked as if he only wanted an excuse to take me by the throat. Ha! ha!' muttered he, between his teeth, shaking his hand at the empty air, and striding along, so that it was no easy matter for his companions to keep pace with him.

'Did you place your hand emphatically on your heart, so?' asked Mr. Higgs, steadying himself in front of the excited lawyer; and after several attempts, laying his hand on the spot designated, and try to come the insinuating over her? It's wonderful how they swallow that them women.'

'Then there's trouble in the wind,' said Wilkins, bluntly.

'She'll fight to the last. Then there's this boy, too; a lover, I suppose. Let him look to himself! He has crossed me; and few do that without repenting it.'

'That's true!' muttered Wilkins; but,' continued he, in so low a tone that the lawyer could not understand him; 'there's a day of reckoning, when our score will be settled.'

He said nothing more, but dropped behind his companions; for he had observed a dark figure following them, keeping in the obscure parts of the street, but always having them in full view. He stopped to watch it, until they were at some distance off, when the person suddenly darted forward. It was a female, with her face so closely muffled that he could not see it; but a hand touched his arm, and a voice that thrilled through his very heart said:

'George, can I speak one word with you?'

Wilkins gasped for breath, and staggered against a wall, as powerless as a child. He could not speak.

'George, dear George, for God's sake let me have a few words with you!' said the same low, supplicating voice. She took his hand, which shook violently, in both of her's. 'You will George, will you not?' 'Holla! what are you about? Come on, will you? We're waiting for you,' shouted Higgs.

'Don't go! don't go, George!' exclaimed the girl, earnestly; 'do hear me do, before it's too late!'

The man hesitated; but at that moment both Higgs and Bolton turned back and began to come toward him. He drew himself up, unclasped the fingers which were twined round his own, and flung the hand from him:

'Begone!' exclaimed he.

'No, George, I will not! Hear me but this once; give me but five minutes, and I will never trouble you again.'

Wilkins bent his mouth to her ear, and said in a hoarse whisper : 'You know how we parted last. If you follow me, we 'll part so again.'

The girl shrank from him, and her husband strode off without once looking back.

THE WARRIOR LOVER.

BY J. M. CHURCH, ESQ.

I'VE roamed over mountain,
I've plunged the dark wave,
I've bled on the battle-field,
Where fell fast the brave;
I've parched in the tropics,
Nor strove to be free;

I've chilled 'neath the polar-star,
Maiden for thee!

Dark deserts I've traversed-
Dark, rugged and drear;
Through burning sands struggled,
Nor felt toil or fear,
And dost thou then love me,
All scarred though I be?
My fair form was mangled,
Dear maiden! for thee.

Sweet hope! thou 'rt fulfilled!
These smiles are my joy;
And hearts in such sunshine
Can know no alloy !
Though we roam by the river

Or sit by the sea,

My life and its hopes, love!
Centre in thee!

LITERARY NOTICES.

HISTORY OF NAPOLEON'S EXPEDITION TO RUSSIA, in 1812. BY GENERAL COUNT PHILIP DE SEGUR. HARPERS' Family Library: Volumes 141-2. pp. 662.

THE Combined energies and horrors of war, it is well assumed by the publishers of these intensely interesting volumes, were never perhaps so frightfully exhibited as in the memorable Russian campaign, of which they are the subject. If in some instances we read of armies more numerous, never was there one in all respects so formidable as that with which the French emperor marched to the invasion of the country of the Czars. Amounting to nearly half a million of men, it was composed for the most part of veteran soldiers long accustomed to victory; its officers, from the field-marshal to the subaltern, had been thoroughly trained in the school of war; and it was led on by a chief whose name alone carried dismay to his enemies. And yet this mighty host, seemingly invincible by human means, was discomfitted, scattered, and destroyed; conquered, not by its enemies, but by the avenging elements that were armed against it. Nothing,' says the American editor, 'can more effectually dissipate every illusion of military glory than the perusal of this dreadful narrative; nothing more strikingly manifest the folly as well as wickedness of that unhallowed ambition which seeks aggrandizement by deeds of aggression and blood.' Well may it be termed a dreadful narrative.' We have read many accounts of this disastrous campaign, but do not remember ever to have encountered, save perhaps in 'Russia as it was in 1812,' from the pen of a German writer, so vivid a description of its sanguinary incidents as is contained in the narrative of Count SEGUR. He but depicts to his readers that which he saw, and part of which he was;' yet in concluding his task, he calls upon his brave comrades to bear their testimony to the truth of his sad picture; and adds that in their eyes and hearts, full of great remembrances, its colors will appear pale and dim. We make a single extract, including as least revolting in its yet sufficiently sad details a sketch of the beginning of the distresses which attended the retreat of the but late Grand Army' through Russia:

"The army marched enveloped in a chilling mist. This mist became thicker, and presently a blinding storm of snow descended upon it. It seemed as if the sky itself were falling, and uniting with the earth and our enemies to complete our destruction. All objects rapidly changed their appearance, becoming utterly confounded, and not to be recognized any more: we proceeded without knowing where we were, without perceiving the point to which we were bound; every thing was converted into an obstacle to stop our progress. While we were struggling with the tempest of wind and snow,