t to Lo an early  morning to meet tuff travelling-dress, prepared my bonnet, gloves, and muff; sougo see t no article  beo do, I sat doried to rest. I could not; t all day, I could not noant; I oo muced. A po-nigo-morroo slumber in terval; I must che change was being accomplished.

    “Miss,” said a servant roubled spirit, “a person below wiso see you.”

    “t,” I t, and ran doairs  inquiry. I eacting-room, to go to tc—

    “It’s old opped my progress and took my hand.

    I looked: I satired like a , matronly, yet still young; very good-looking, h black hair and eyes, and lively complexion.

    “ell, e forgotten me, I think, Miss Jane?”

    In anoturously: “Bessie! Bessie! Bessie!” t o tood a little fellorousers.

    “t is my little boy,” said Bessie directly.

    “then you are married, Bessie?”

    “Yes; nearly five years since to Robert Leaven, ttle girl besides Bobby t I’ve cened Jane.”

    “And you don’t live at Gateshead?”

    “I live at ter .”

    “ell, and  on? tell me everyt t sit do; and, Bobby, come and sit on my knee,  Bobby preferred sidling over to her.

    “You’re not groall, Miss Jane, nor so very stout,” continued Mrs. Leaven. “I dare say t kept you too  scaller th.”

    “Georgiana is handsome, I suppose, Bessie?”

    “Very. S up to London last er  ions  tc do you t up to run a t and stopped. It  found t: I believe ser lead a cat and dog life togethey are always quarrelling—”

    “ell, and w of John Reed?”