to the resting-place of the dead. Let no one censure this young
heart that, by reason of its nature, could not sit enshrouded in
gloom and sorrow, nor shudder at the thought that when the summer
came, with warmth and brightness, she was as light of heart as the
birds that carolled in the garden around her spacious home.

Not such the mourning of her disappointed mother. From day to day,
since the failure of her cherished hope, regret and disappointment
had rankled in her bosom with consuming force. She despised the fate
that foiled her plans and purposes, and left the object of her
hatred still uncrushed. Leah, with her beauty and unaffected grace,
was again to be triumphed over. Again she might not be so
successful. Rebecca was cold, cruel, and false-Leah fearful,
dispirited, and miserable. Alas! poor Leah Mordecai. EMILE LE
GRANDE'S DIARY.

"August 15.-So sure as my name is Emile, I believe I shall succeed
in my endeavor to marry the Jewess. She is beautiful! She receives
my attentions more kindly now than she ever did before, and she
confesses that she loves me truly. That's 'half the battle.' She
seems very unhappy at times, yet only once did she ever hint to me
that her life was aught but a summer's day for brightness. I once
thought she loved Mark Abrams, and I hated him for it; but that's of
no use now. 'Dead men tell no tales.'

"August 20.-Whew! how mother did rave to-day when I intimated that I
might possibly marry Leah Mordecai! She asked indignantly what I
'designed to do with Belle Upton, a girl of eminent respectability
and an equal of the Le Grande family?' I mildly suggested that I
could not love such a 'scrap of a woman as Belle Upton was; and if