Charles admitted that perhaps he might have done so. "You have taken Passion and Pride for your counsellors, dear Charles: the one has blinded your eyes that you should not see the straight path; the other would bind your feet that you should not pursue it. And miserable counsellors have you found them both; they have inflicted on your heart more pain than the loss of both title and estate."

"What would you have me do?" said Charles, more quietly; for he felt the truth of the last observation.

"First, I would have you endeavour to bring yourself to be content to be of little importance. Until your mind is in this state of submission, you will be like one with a wound which is being perpetually rubbed.

"Secondly, I would have you seek your earthly enjoyment rather in beholding that of others, than in any pleasure that comes direct to yourself. Thus, in one way, Fontonore will be yours still.

Thirdly, I would have you prayerfully on the watch against the slightest feeling of jealousy towards Ernest. Never let your only brother think for one moment that you feel that he stands in your way."

“Oh, Mr. Ewart!" cried Charles, starting to his feet, "how could you imagine such a thing?"

"It rests with you alone to prevent his thinking it, and you have made a bad beginning to-day.'

"I will go to Ernest at once," said the boy, "and

help to show him over the place. He shall never say—— he shall never think that I am envious of his prosperity."

He was

In truth, on that first evening of his arrival in the castle, Ernest was not much to be envied. uneasy about his brother-uncomfortable with his new companions; one hearty grasp from the hand of Charles, or approving word from his tutor, was worth all the smiles, and courtesies, and bows, which he knew had nothing to do with the heart. Ernest felt himself out of his natural place, and was constantly afraid of saying or doing something that would shock the polished grandees around him. As far as speaking was concerned, he was indeed tolerably safe, for he scarcely opened his lips, which made his companions set him down as dull and stupid; but he had been accustomed for so short a time to the refinements of polished society, and was so likely, in his very anxiety to please, to forget even the hints that he had received from Mr. Ewart, that there was certainly some little danger of his doing something "shocking." The presence of half-a-dozen footmen in gay liveries in the room, was a disagreeable piece of state to the young lord; so many eyes were turned upon him whenever he moved; there were so many listeners if he uttered a word!

Ernest made the serious mistake of eating fish with a knife. The shocked look of his aunt made him sensible of his blunder, and covered his face with blushes.

At another time, Clementina pressed her lace handkerchief over her lips, to stifle her too evident inclination to titter, at the peasant-bred peer helping her to something from the dish before him with his own spoon. Ernest

was very glad when the dinner was over, which had lasted, indeed, nearly twice as long as any of which he had ever partaken before.

After dinner, Clementina was desired by her mother to go to the piano and play. She made so many excuses, said that she was tired, nervous, out of practice, that Ernest, little practised in the ways of Vanity Fair, was inclined to beg that the young lady might be let off. Great would have been her mortification had he done so, however the girl was only refusing in order to be pressed; the virtue of sincerity, if she had ever possessed it, had all been frittered away by folly. She sat down to the instrument, determined to be admired; for admiration to her was as the very breath of life. She played what might be called a very brilliant piece-full of shakes, dashes, and runs, but with no melody at all. Ernest, though fond of music, thought it certainly not pretty, and, had he been more at his ease, could hardly have helped laughing at the affected air of the young performer, and the manner in which she threw up her hands, and sometimes her eyes also, in the slower movements of the piece. Every motion appeared to be studied self was never for a moment forgotten. When

the performance, rather to Ernest's relief, was concluded, with a satisfied look the stately mother turned to the young peer, and asked him if that was not a beautiful piece. "Rather," replied Ernest, after a little hesita

tion, as much vexed with himself for saying so much as Clementina was at his saying so little. Charles, who was standing near, could not avoid laughing; and Ernest read in the eyes of Mrs. Hope her unexpressed thought 'I have no patience for this low, ill-bred boor!" With a secret feeling of constraint, mortification, and disappointment, poor Ernest retired at night to his own

room.

Two maids were preparing it as he entered, and he could not help overhearing the words of one of them, "Tis a pity that Master Charles was not the eldest son." "I'm sure that I think so!" Ernest exclaimed, aloud, to the no small surprise of the girl who had uttered the observation.