woman's heart? Poor Ellen Wilton! for her blighted youth-for her young love wronged-for years of hopeless longing, for days of toil and nights of watching-a whole lifetime of devotion to one ungrateful object,— she felt herself now repaid :-repaid as she had never hoped to be, by being permitted to give the evening of her days to him who had blasted its prime!

It had cost Margaret Armadale much trouble and expense to clear up William Grey's character, and bring him safely to Welfield: but Wilton's gratitude was sufficient reward: and it was her great delight now to add to their comfort, reminding her humble friend whenever she remonstrated against her liberality, how much she owed to her in her season of adversity. Frank Delville, who spends great part of his holidays at Rockstone, is sometimes her messenger to the Greys, and takes the more pleasure in the task, that he has an opportunity of hearing Margaret's praises, and echoing them back tenfold.

"Do you know, Mrs. Wilton," said he one day, when they were unpacking a basket of fruit he had brought for poor Grey, "I never knew any one so good as Mrs. Armadale, to those she thinks want help. Only think of her sending my mother and the children down to the sea, because the doctor said bathing was good for Grace: and she is better already. I do hope now she will get well—and if it hadn't been for her, she must have died. Oh Wilton! if ever I grow to be a genius and a sculptor, as poor Papa was, —if ever

I do, and I think I shall--I feel it in me—I will raise her statue in marble, for all the world to come and bow to! What a glorious day it was for us that brought her here!"

"Aye, Master Frank," said Wilton, and she looked earnestly round at her recovered treasures, while the tears rushed to her eyes, "it makes good what the Bible says-in entertaining a stranger, we entertained an angel unawares!"

THE END.

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ANNESLEY

AND OTHER POEMS.

Extracts from Notices.

ANNESLEY is a poem of nearly six hundred lines, and of a pathetic and religious cast... The feeling and piety of the Deserted Village,' and the pith and antithesis of Crabbe, which mark so much of the narrative, cannot escape our poetical friends. . . We have been surprised and charmed with this début in the poetic world.”

Literary Gazette.

“Miss Drury, without being an imitator in the bad sense of the word, is of the school of Crabbe ;-wanting his vigorous touch, but possessing more of delicacy and refinement." Athenæum.

"The principal poem is a Sketch of Private Life,' from five to six hundred lines in length, and reminding us often, in merit as well as manner, of our favourite Crabbe. It contains touches of very delicate sentiment, strokes of true pathos, and much nicely modulated verse. ... We shall hope to hear more of this young and promising writer.” Examiner.

"Annesley is well contrived and well told. . . The verse is flowing, sufficiently varied, forcible, and animated by a sustained poetical spirit." Spectator.

"The principal poem is short, and tells the work done and the affection gained, by a young and earnest rector in an English country parish; contrasting the superior usefulness and worth of a life spent in seeking the im

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provement of mankind rather than the acquisition of wealth... The incidents are very simple, but not less affecting on that account. The little volume does not merely promise greatness, it realizes the promise, although there may be even more power in some of the minor than in the principal poem." Tait's Magazine.

"The piece which gives the name to this little volume has more than ordinary merit. It is a narrative poem in the mingled style of Goldsmith and Crabbe. It has something of the sweetness of the one, and of the masculine energy of the other." Atlas.

"The rhyming is uncommonly smooth, and even musical, and the story of Annesley' is itself interesting. It is, or purports to be, a Sketch of Private Life,' and relates the short and sanctified history of a young Village Pastor..." The death of Elizabeth Tudor' contains some thrilling verses; and in others of the short poems we might refer to well written passages."

Morning Post.

"We are glad to announce the advent of a poetess amid the denizens of this material, matter of fact world, one whom our intellect must admire, and our hearts approve, resuscitating, in full vigour and sweetness, the strains of Goldsmith and Crabbe. We may add, that she walks under the same mantle with Wordsworth. Need we say more of Miss Drury, and of her beautiful poem of 'Annesley?'... The literary public will hail the new poem with delight." Church of England Journal.

"The verse of Miss Drury has with some justice been associated with that of Crabbe, but in its profound pure sentiment, and touching pathos, it reminds us more of the muse of Mrs. Southey. . . . She knows how to please and to improve, and we hope we shall soon have the pleasure of meeting her again. Her wing is yet scarcely tried, and plumes like hers become stronger with every flight. Britannia.