BE TRUE. 79

and himself—miserable subterfuge !
Laura, I saw Elmore as he stood by
the dying bed of Widow More; I saw
the poor gasping mother place the
hand of her almost orphan child
within that of him who had long and
eamestly solicited that hand. El-
more was the only son of a dearly
loved friend, and though the mother
feared somewhat the fashionable man
of wealth, she knew that he had won
the young, confiding heart of her
child, and with her dying lips she
blessed them as husband and wife.
“You say that he did not there
promise to marry the beautiful Ella.
But, Laura, tell me, is there no pro-
mise but that which falls from the
lip; is there no falsehood but that
which drops from the perjured
tongue? Elmore’s manner at that