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have the mystery that hung over that extragtdinary creature cleared away, when in an instant she stood before them. ...,

Both started with surprise. Her countenance now bore a very different expression, from that which had so lately bowed down the proud heart of the Lady Deborah. There was a softness, man affection,-a mingled sorrow in her face, never seen there, except when she addressed

Offspring of her who is now a saint in Hea ven!” said she, in a mild and tender accent

daughter of my beloved mistress! the time is now at hand, when, having finished my task, I may creep into some hole to die, like the wasted and winter-stricken ewe, that bears the insolent buttings of the flock, till death relieves her from her misery. When justice shall have been done thee, my sweet dove, I may bid the scornful world adieu for ever.

“ It matters not where this hideous morsel of mortality my spirit has worn so long, shall moulder into dust, so that the night-fox, or the hill-raven, have it not for food. But yet, uncouth and fearful as my form appears, it does contain as much humanity as larger and more perfect bodies ļold.

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“ You talked of me as I stole on you, and I wondered much to hear kindly feelings, and grateful wishes uttered in the same breath that mentioned me, so long have I been used to hear the taunts and insults of those whom it has pleased their Creator and mine to mould more happily.

“ As you spoke, you reminded me of your mother, and, of her I cannot think without these tear-drops.-But now I am composed. 'Tis fit


know from me what ties once held me to that saint, whilst yet on earth, and from whence sprung

the care with which I have never ceased to watch your fortunes. I will sit me down on this green sod, and tell you all ; all, at least, that you ought to know; and for once I will indulge in human feelings—for once I will revel in the consciousness of having done good, so gratifying to human nature.—Listen then :

“I was born amid the wild mountains of Wales. My father was a shepherd on the estate of the Earl of Llanstephan, the father of Lady Deborah Delassaux. . The miseries I suffered from my wretched figure began almost from my cradle. I went to school, but I was soon driven from it by the hootings and insults of the rude

children. I began to assist my father in his charger but even this solitary' occupation was no security from their wickedness, for, when a holiday came, they formed parties cruelly to hunt me on the hills.

"Nature had given me unusual strength and powers of action, and fear and distress of mind so compelled me to exert these powers, that they became almost miraculous. I fled from the accursed troop with the swiftness of the roe-deer; I leaped across yawning chasms, where the thunder of the torrent, far below, came upwards in a confused and softened murmur ; I climbed cliffs into nooks, where the wild-cat could hardly find footing, and I crept into winding holes in the rocks, where the hill-fox could alone have forced a pas. sage, and where mine was often disputed by his


angry snarl.

“ It happened that Lady Deborah, and her husband, were one day riding on the mountains. Mr Delassaux's object was the sport of shooting, and the Lady, always bold and masculine, came with him to witness and enjoy his slaughter. Pa tigued and hungry, they came together to my father's door, to procure some refreshment, and curiosity led me to look upon them from an iner apartment. The Lady accidentally observed my thideous face, and, at her command, I was very uwillingly ordered by my father to come forward. She affected-kindness for mer heard my history alugave me some little present-and, learning that my mother had died in giving birth to me, begged me of my father, making, at the same time, a thousand flattering promises.

" My father, a stern unfeeling man, was glad Ito rid himself of an unfortunate being, who brought, as he thought, a disgrace upon him ; and I, who, for the first time in my life, then felt the Lisunshine of kindness, was so warmed by its deceitful rays, that my heart burned towards my benefactress. I clung to her with eagerness, and followed her home with joy. Bri: 661 accompanied Mr Delassaux and Lady Deà borah to Naples. For some time, my life, compared with what it had been, was easy. But I

sovn began to be used as a toy, for the sport of - the lady and her companions, and even her serivants. The tortures I suffered drove my fiery ni temper almost to madness, and often did I resolve to escape from my persecutor ? Ha

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of Your angelic mother, who then came to Naples, showed me so much pity and kindness, that when she and Sir Marmaduke were on the eye of returning to Rome, I threw myself on the ground before her, and, clasping her knees, I entreated her to take me with her. My appeal was forcible, and her excellent heart knew not how to withstand it is

> bangad “I bade adieu to my tyrant, exchanging what might have been called infernal torments, for what was to me an elysium upon earth. To her benevolence I owe the light of education.ord I loved, nay, I adored her. I could never look upon her lovely countenance, where the kind and warm affections of her pure unspotted soul gleamed in perpetual sunshine, without believing that she was my good angel, sent to redeemme from the fangs of her who had so long acted the part of a demon towards me. But this is a

theme on which I could dwell for ever. Time 1 wears, and I must hasten to conclude my tale. 1532 44 My Lady becoming pregnant, returned to Rome, where Sir Marmaduke died of a malaria fever. Her affliction was more dreadful than human frame could stand. 1. Violent and some

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