ing sometly. I smiled as I unfolded it, and devised ease you about your aristocratic tastes, and your efforts to masque your plebeian bride in ttributes of a peeress. I to you t  good enougune, beauty, nor connections. I say on your part to augment your e your standing, by marrying eit.”

    “cerposed Mr. Rocer: “but s embroidery? Did you find poison, or a dagger, t you look so mournful now?”

    “No, no, sir; besides ter’s pride; and t did not scare me, because I am used to t of t, sir, as it gre bleerday evening, not as it blo o t of ty cime after I  to bed, I could not sleep—a sense of anxious excitement distressed me. till rising, seemed to my ear to muffle a mournful under-sound;  first tell, but it recurred, doubtful yet doleful at every lull; at last I made out it must be some dog  a distance. I inued in dreams ty niginued also to be range, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us. During all my first sleep, I otal obscurity environed me; rain pelted me; I tle cure, too young and feeble to , sir, t you rained every nerve to overtake you, and made effort on effort to utter your name and entreat you to stop— but my movements tered, and my voice still died aiculate; .”

    “And ts notle nervous subject! Forget visionary : yes—I  forget t; and you cannot deny it. t die inarticulate on your lips. I : a t too solemn per s as music—‘I t is a glorious to  it.”

    “I do, sir—I do, .”

    “ell,” er some minutes’ silence, “it is strange; but t sentence