My  last find a tage; a little room eed cable, a clock, a cupboard, es and dis of tea-tcead and c of dra too large to be filled y le and generous friends , by a modest stock of suchings as are necessary.

    It is evening. I tle orpting alone on ty sc te or cip, and a fetle. t accent of trict. At present, ty in understanding eacractable, as ; but oto learn, and evince a disposition t pleases me. I must not forget t ttle peasants are of fleslest genealogy; and t tive excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are as likely to exist in ts as in t-born. My duty o develop t office. Muc I do not expect in t it less, if I regulate my mind, and exert my poo day.

    as I very gleeful, settled, content, during ternoon? Not to deceive myself, I must reply—No: I felt desolate to a degree. I felt—yes, idiot t I am—I felt degraded. I doubted I aken a step ence. I  ty, t let me not e and despise myself too muco be  is a great step gained; I srive to overcome to- morrorust, I s tter of tially; and in a fe is possible, tter in my scitute gratification for disgust.

    Meantime, let me ask myself one question—ter?—to o temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort—no struggle;—but to ;  to er’s mistress; delirious ime—for  o beauty, youto any one else so possess t is  ter, I ask, to be a slave in a fool’s paradise at Marseilles—fevered ing terest tears of remorse and s—or to be a village-scress, free and , in a breezy mountain nook in t of England?

    Yes;