her father, came up and stood behind the group—a victim of consumption doubtless, on her way to a more genial climate, and—a grave. The eye of the invalid rested on the dial. Word by word she seemed to take in what was written. She did not speak, but with a gentle sigh, and a look mournful yet placid, she turned aside, and parent and child proceeded.
Meanwhile the other young lady was running on as vivaciously as ever.
"Well," she continued, "now that I have one inscription, I wish I could find another."
"Allow me to furnish one," said the young man before named; "I took it from the dial at Ununa:
All would, the last slays."
He pronounced these words in a tone so pointed that the handsome girl, although evidently used to compliment, blushed, and asked, hastily, "Where is Ununa? My geography at this instant fails me."
"It is on the Spanish frontier," replied the other.
"You have been in Spain, then?" said the handsome girl, fixing her eyes on her admirer with a glance of deeper interest than she had hitherto manifested. "Oh! how I want to go to Spain! I must go to Spain, before we return—the country of"——— The company were walking on, and the rest of the conversation was lost.
"What can it be yon party were gazing at?" said one of two very solemn personages who now drew near, in charge of a courier.
"A sun-dial, Messieurs—a very famous one—erected by Charles the Great when he conquered the Alps; to show, as you perceive, the hour of the day, and also to indicate when the weather is cloudy."
"Indeed! is it possible? You will please render the lines for us?"
"With pleasure, Messieurs; very famous lines they are written
