"almost as much as my mother. We'll have dreariness, and no lookings-forward-I wish I could recompense you-I only can in my prayers." He leant till he touched her cheek; and whispered. She flushed; even tightly grasped him; and faltered, "Again! Repeat to me!" plied, hesitative. But she insisted. "It was beyond her comprehension," he reHe acceded. "This! this from you?" she exclaimed, shrinking-"No, sir, I certainly did not comprehend it till a week since; when a countryman of yours spoke similarly, and father and mother explained it, and said, all the English were the same.-Ah! have I deserved this ?—and are you, too, like the rest?-Oh, my God! it was for your difference I loved you-and this now!" And, precipitately removing, she re-seated herself apart, covering-up her face, on which the tears flowed freely. Rejecting each asseveration—"it was but a jest"-"it was but to frighten her"-"it was but for trial-sake" "Draw not near!" she sobbed-" Think me ungrateful, but not wicked. How differently I thought of you!-Never draw near again. Ah, could you not have gone and left me igno Stung poignantly, he spurred, at the imminent peril of his neck, through the numerous stones, to the high-road: where wheeling, he as madly reverted, beseeching her to exonerate from offence, and pardon, his hasty folly. She answered nought. And, enraged with himself and everything else, he dashed furiously and finally off. "I'm a villain !" he cried-" a villain! and of cruelty unparalleled! to tear from her that last confidence in humanity. My self-respect-unstooping rectitude-incentive to usefulnesswhich Ages were maturing, a Minute has frittered to nonentity! has scattered below contempt itself! The well-experienced in the world, to have mocked a singleness yet undefiled thereby-implanted that knowledge which is pestiferous—making turbid henceforth the vital stream to her who could ascribe Man's nature any estimableness!From this sink of villainy, all rising's vain! 66 Why, why Herbert's suggestion? why, rather, did I adopt it? he, it is true, decried, dissuaded -Yes! yes! the blame, the barbarity is solely mine my own the act, my own the guilt! Exult, St. Leger! with every pure intention, I am abased, in appearance, to the level of your licentiousness! "Zizinè ! my lament surpasses thine. The 'test's' but too sufficient. Your strength is proven. At a cost! You'll stand, unvanquishable, for God and Innocence are on your side. "Her horror! her new sense of dignity! her wail over deceived hope! her artless expostulation! her deep unspottedness! most preciously these plead heavenward. I extorted them. But what authority was mine? Though unexceptionable my meaning-and the sole mode of manifesting her stamina-how dared I arrogate its execution?-Vile, self-damned, branded-at length, Honor! I'm driven from thy dominions! "Maid! on whom a pang is inflicted, all my efforts would be fruitless to reduce-which, goodliest-meant, was yet the attribute of a villainfar as remains, you shall be obeyed: I will never again approach you-never!" No. 17. For which the stars are mainly in fault. Le malheur élève les âmes fortes, et dégrade les âmes faibles.-MOURIER. This memoir may seem to delay. It resembles, then, the stagnant atmosphere through which a death-loaded mine hurries to its thunder-striking explosion. What incident recorded, however trifling, that has not conjunction with deeds which transcend imagination's scope, and may curdle the blood of the stoutest? Two more nights, and then-Well? Then! -The First. A mail delivered in their absence, to its contents St. Leger and Emile severally applied themselves, having been at Carlo Felice-a political reunion—and a singular place ferreted out by the indefatigable Esprit-fort. "A barter!" cried Berkeley-" epistle against epistle! You complained of sultriness-folk mostly sleep the better for a change of sheets." Villiers presented that just-read-noting earnestly its effect—a liberal but cautiously-couched proffer from the Proprietor of a Government-print, upon Emile's advocacy of despotic principles. "Buono! Your pride, which scorns obligation, such inlet to honest earning compensates." "Honest ?" cried Emile, with sarcasm—“ are not these principles diametrically the reverse of mine ?" "What! this flattering, princely proffer-will you resist ?" "Would you urge me to accept?" was the steady reply. St. Leger paused.-"I would starve rather; and blush less to proclaim my poverty, than admit a consciousness of degradation." "No!" cried St. Leger: "I didn't suspect it: low fortune is nothing to a mind like yours-nor suffering!" he added vehemently, with a stamp. "You're a nonpareil, by St. George! And yet" (aside) "what a sin— 'Oh, 'tis the coldest youth upon a charge, |