I New-York...Saturday, February 9....1811. LOVE AND DUTY. (CONTINUED.) WILL not dwell on a scene so painful to the feelings, as that exhibited by an affectionate mother, leaving an only daughter in so forlorn and so cruel a situation, ard under such deplorable circumstances. Suffice it, that madame d'Anglade breathed her last in a few hours after the conversation related above, leaving Constantia no resources but in her own energies; and when d'Anglade's crime, according to the many-his unjust condemnation, according to the few was for. gotten, and talked of no more, the fatal consequences of it continued to be felt by his unhappy orphan, who had ever present to her thoughts the consciousness of her parents' disgrace, and the misery which her poor mother experienced on her account, even in the last pangs of dissolution. But to some it is given to know [NO. 14* only the pleasures of paternity and while the dying madame d'Anglade was agonized by the consciousness that she left the exemplary child, whose filial piety had soothed her sorrows, and alleviated her sufferings by the most unwearied attention, no inheritance but disgrace, no dower. but unmerited misfortune, the President Des Essars was as hapру in the hopes, as the mother of Constantia was wretched in the fears, of a parent. He too had an only child-a youth who was accomplished, dutiful, moral, and pious, and who was at once the pride and happiness of his life. When the unfortunate d'Anglades had been dead rather more than three years, Eugene des Essars had reached the age of one and twenty; and his father was desirous of martying him to a young and rich heiress who had been the companion. and playfellow of his childhood. But Eugene's affections did not follow the direction of his father's wishes, and his heart was as yet untouched by an one: therefore, though he had hitherto been eáger to obey the President's slightest desires, he earnestly entreated, on this occasion, that he might be allowed to please himself, as he felt an irresistible repugnance to become a husband, unless he entertained for his intended wife a decided preference, and devoted cond visit, although the perturbed spirit is supposed to have been laid, Eugene was completely happy in his single state, as he was uninterrupted in his studies, independent in his will; and in spite of himself, he became tho'tful and disturbed, from the mere apprehension of a distant evil; for an evil to him any change would have appeared. But his attachment. The President re-feelings and his pensiveness re mained unquestioned and unobserved. He was so much more devoted to study than to society; so honorably ambitious to qualify himself to shine in the profession of the law, for which he was designed; so much fonder of books than of men, that no one observed his increased gravity and thoughtfulness and his father was more luctantly, but wisely, granted his son the freedom which he asked; and the young heiress, piqued at Eugene's indifference, immediately married another man; while his father, having not yet fixed on another heiress to supply her place, as a candidate for Eugene's affections, listened with complacency to his objections against marrying at all; and declared that he should always feel it his duty to consult Eugene's feelings, on a subject of more im-apprehension of future uneasiportance to him than to any one else. : willing to attribute it to abstraction, and thoughtful reveries, than to a sense of present, or the ness. But though the eyes even of an affectionate parent may be blinded by some particular and powerful circumstances; though the friend of the day, and the companion in crowds and in dis Still, in spite of this obliging declaration, Eugene felt his serenity and his peace completely interrupted, by the consciousnesssipation may not observe the ca that the president had once proposed marriage to him, and therefore might do so again-as the inhabitant of a room which has once been reported to have been visited by a ghost, never feels completely safe in it, from a se sual variations of our looks and our countenances; the domestic who has been accustomed to look up in our face for the usual smile of goodwill, tempering the command of authority; the dependant, who owes to our attention found her claims to compassion and attention, fully owned and gratified. Consequently she esteemed the baron; and she loved, nay, even adored his son; and · when, in consequence of a severe complaint, Madeleine was confined to her bed, and pronounced incapable of ever rising from it again, she declared she felt her calamity a blessing rather than a misfortune, because it ensured to: her the pleasure of seeing her dear child Eugene des Essars every day, as he made it a point of conscience to visit her daily, in order to repay to her in some measure, her active services to his father, and her tender incessant care of his own childhood. not only daily bread, but that degree of confidence which such attention can alone impart to these, the slightest cloud athwart one's brow is discernible; and in their faces, better than in the countenances of our eque's or su periors, can we read what our own countenance expresses, and our real value as members of society. This truth was experienced by Eugene des Essars. At home, no one but his own valet remarked that he did not look well, and that he ate nothing at the crowded and well covered table of his father; and the only person who gazed on his pale eheek with solicitude, and marked with anxious kindness his absence, his taciturnity, and the uneasiness painted in his countenance, was Madeleine Tournon, ! therefore, that Madeleine should an elderly woman, who had nurs- I ed his mother when she died in bringing him into the world, and had been his nurse from the day of his birth, till he no longer required her attendance. But with her services did not finish his re spect and affection for her, nor hers for him. Madeleine had been well educated, and was respectably born; but a thoughtless father, and a bad husband had reduced her to a level with the low It is not to be wondered at, immediately perceive on the expressive countenance of Eugene, some signs of the uneasiness that tormented him and having expressed her anxiety in terms congenial to her warm and affectionate feelings, it is also not to be wondered at that Eugene should feel more at ease, and more happy in her company, when he had once listened to her soothings, than he did in the gay çircles of Paris. Consequently her humble roof, and solitary bed side had for him more attraction than geyer, richer scenes; and while many a lovely heiress, many a |