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elegant waltzer, Mr. Lindsay. My poor little Mary......would so like......a hint or two.'

“ I am willing to do any thing I can to serve you, madam ; but I have some dignity to keep up as a tutor here, and I cannot risk it by hopping about for the amusement of my young friends. She coloured, bowed, and retired.

“I cannot tell you, beloved friends, how I long to see you all again! to find myself once more under the sweet and long-disregarded influence of the Woman-Deity-Affection,'

“ "That only Eve, that never knew a fall,

Sad as the dove, but like the dove surviving all.'

Yes, to be, if only for a few days, where the eye of the stranger shall haunt me no more.'

“I have seen but little of De Villeneuve. He has been in great distress himself, poor fellow ! La Zelie is privately married to old Gripeall, and leaves the stage. Mr. Jobb drives two horses, so he is thriving, I suppose. Poor Fitzcribb is become sub-editor of the Hornet,' and has offered to serve me.

Milton is grown a very fine youth, and poor Corinna has been in half a dozen situations, and is now at home, where Lord Madrigal and his Fugitive Follies are constant visitors Uncle Gregory has often kindly invited me to stay with him; but I have vowed to accomplish a certain object, and I must be firm.

“The other day, an elegant carriage, with dashing outriders, nearly went over me in a crossing. I heard a scream - I saw feathers and black ringlets waving, and a lady bowed. She pulled the checkstring, but I recognised Augusta, and darted off at full speed. I know not why I fled so rapidly; it was rather to spare her than myself, for my heart, thank Heaven! is now free.

“I feel as if I had awakened from a dream, and a dream that I do not even regret. I am grateful that this change in my fortunes oc

curred before poor Augusta was mine ; for the woman who could shrink from me at such an hour......think what a wife she would have been, for a ruined man !

“I grieve to say that, from the slight glance I had of her, she is sadly altered. Her bloom and stately air seem gone; but, of course, she was shocked to see him, once all but affianced to her, careworn, splashed, and poorly clad, hurrying along, laden with books, and nearly run over by her equipage.

“I think she wished to follow me, to offer me any service in her power, for, even as I fled, I turned and saw her plumes waving in the distance. But I darted up a lane, and disappeared. A footman, in the Riskwell livery, has been in the neighbourhood, I suppose to seek me. I shall not assist him; for, though not too proud to toil, I am too proud to receive any attention from Augusta.

“ Write to me soon, sweet Ellen. I often conjure up, in my little solitude, your graceful form, and angel face. Farewell, beloved friends.

Your devoted


There was something in this letter which made Ellen's heart tremble with inexplicable hope and joy : her tears fell fast as she read it; and Mr. Lindsay was scarcely less moved,

“Poor Julian,” he said, as Ellen handed him the note, “noble boy! Sweet indeed are the uses of adversity. But for this change all his talents, all his virtues, would have been frittered away by soulless pleasure, or corrupted by unconquerable idleness. He would have wedded one who did not love him; and wealth would have been his curse. I value,” he added, solemnly—“I value, Ellen, this bank-note, the proof of his industry, his noble endurance, his stern resolve, and the pledge of his unselfish affection for us, more than I should

a mine of gold. I would not change it for the wealth of a nation !"

Ellen blushed, as if this praise were her own, and retired to answer Julian's letter.

“We are very proud of you, dear Julian,” she said," and your letter made us both smile and weep. You have replenished our funds most seasonably; for we were come to the bottom of our last bag of thalers. Grunter has generously given us up all he had.

I used to judge him harshly; I did not think he would have acted so nobly. I would not teaze you, dear cousin (you whose time is now so important), but a letter from you is a great delight, a real solace! We were much amused by your soirée at the Primers; I fear you have won Miss Susan's heart.

“The snow is melting away here, and all is green and sunny.

sunny. We have

We have seen in this outof-the-way place, more of the real character of the people than we could have done in a capital, or a town, through which travellers



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