in ture t I could not gainsay, so we walked on in silence.

    After turning from t-trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion, age. It  pastoral poet; and yet it rees t; and I observed several pots of ?oastefully disposed about t in front. A small -gate opened upon a footpat o t as  yle of t toucy, a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond.

    I felt Leslies remble on my arm. epped foro inctly. ep made a noise on t beautiful face glanced out at t footstep-o meet us. Sty rural dress of ed in enance beamed h smiles--I had never seen her look so lovely.

    quot;My dear George,quot; cried s;I am so glad you are come; I cc for you. Ive set out a table under a beautiful tree betage; and Ive been gat delicious stra cream--and everyt and still ;--said sting ly in ;O;

    Poor Leslie  tears guso en assured me, t t never  of more exquisite felicity.