Brotherly Love.

shrouded . The unwithered verdure and flowers , and the tempest that sweeps over them , are no similitude of the feelings and passions in their maturity . Cast your eye along this solitary mount where I have fixed my abode . Here you witness nought but devastation and enduring ruin . The rent rocks unite not again , the prostrate oak roots itself no more , in

its native soil , and the few leaves that cluster round its mouldering trunk are mere memorials of its vanished vegetation . These rugged crags , those withering trees , and the savage and ruthless eruption that caused this devastation , these are a type of man in the plenitude of his nature , and when his worst passions are developed ; ard which passion most resembles the earthquake and its effects on physical life ?"

Though in the form of an interrogatory from the maniac , Simon perceived that the recluse was soliloquising and not addressing him , so he made no reply , and the other continued : " It is revenge , the most promising fruit that hate feeds on , and yet the most unsubstantial . It supplies no lasting flavour , and turns to ashes in the taste . Other passions yield some fruition—revenge none . And

am I not competent to describe it thus . Have I not drained the delusive draught to its dregs , and found it only bitterness , bitterness enhanced by the beauty of forgiveness and brotherly affection , which I spurned , madly spurned . Simon , you are young , and such happiness as mortals can taste is within your grasp . Oh , fling it not away ; you can pluck the rose , do not grasp the aconite and cherish it in your bosom . What is the source of that felicity ? It is an obedience , to the mandate of your Creator , to love one another . "

"It is a precept , " said Simon , "that like others of divine origin , can scarcely be reduced to practice . It must be regulated by circumstances . " " Have you ever tried it ? " "No , nature formed me not for love . " " And yet you love ? " " Not my kind , " said Simon , still more puzzled by the knowledge of the recluse respecting him . " Is not Ida human ? " said the latter .

. " She is indeed , ' said Simon , stung to the quick , by the remembrance of what had taken place that day . " I have fatally learned it . " " And you would win her love while the only tiling about you human is passion for her . You would have the love of her whose heart is a temple of brotherly love , while you have suffered your bosom to become a pandemoniam of hatred and vengeance . But whdo I speak

y to you in accents of harshness . You only inherit the disposition of your sire . Go , leave me , but return here this day twelvemonth ; should tMs withered trunk be mould , seek out this address . Taking a tablet from his bosom , he traced a few words on it , and handed it to Simon . He then added : —¦

" But we should not part in unkindness . Go , pursue the path I have pointed out—it . will secure your happiness . " " Slay , " said Simon , as' the recluse rose , " stay in mercy and answer me one question . You seem to possess a mysterious knowledge concerning me , say—have I . "