Rocer’s lips, and tered—

    “No, by God! I took care t none s—or of  name.” en minutes —

    “Enoug out at once, like t from take off your surplice; Joo to-day.” the man obeyed.

    Mr. Rocer continued, , o be a bigamist; but fate - manoeuvred me, or Providence . I am little better t t; and, as my pastor tell me, deserve no doubt ternest judgments of God, even to tlemen, my plan is broken up:-  say is true: I o  t I daresay you ime inclined your ear to gossip about terious lunatic kept tco you t sard er: some, my cast- off mistress. I no seen years ago,—Berter of te personage, out  men may bear. C as soon strike a s and maniacs tions?  after I er: for t on family secrets before. Bertiful c in bots. I ner—pure, : you can fancy I ! But I oion. Briggs, ood, Mason, I invite you all to come up to t Mrs. Poole’s patient, and my  of a being I o espousing, and judge o break t, and seek sympat least inued, looking at me, “kneing secret: s all  so be entrapped into a feigned union co a bad, mad, and embruted partner! Come all of you—follow!”

    Still ,  tlemen came after. At t door of the carriage.

    “take it back to ter coolly; “it  be ed to-day.”

    At our entrance, Mrs. Fairfax, Adèle, Sopo meet and greet us.

    “to t-about—every soul!” cried ter; “aulations! s t I!—teen years too late!”

    airs, still ill beckoning tlemen to follo staircase, passed up to torey: ter’s master-key, admitted us to tapestried room, s great bed and its pictorial cabinet.