operation of this spell. Hear, oh Camilla, the still, small voice."-I placed the letter before her and retired rapidly...

She is reading it now- she is paler than usual—she is agitated-she lays it down she fixes her eyes on the

ground she raises them filled with

tears - she weeps she weeps! Oh, Camilla, forget it "throw it to the dogs"— but weep not, dearest Camilla! She resumes the letter-she blushes she smiles her eyes glisten

with tears, but yet she smiles — she smiles! She has finished

she rises she approaches the house. This moment of suspense, what does it resemble?

I have sought her below; "she is somewhat indisposed," says Mrs. Aubertin, "and has retired for the night.". Her noblé nature will not suffer her to trifle with him who loves her ferventlyardently as man ever loved woman. She will reflect she will not

rashly. These hours of suspense! It is prudence, certainly; is it love? Alas, Camilla, and did Hartley Aubertin really exhaust all the tenderness of your nature? Is it impossible for the most devoted affection to touch your heart?..... Camilla, Camilla, I am the happiest of men!

I had not finished the preceding paragraph when a gentle knocking at my door roused me. It was Camilla's maid she gave me a letter I took it closed the door. Shall I confess even to my friendly journal, how my hand trembled with even woman's agitation as I broke the seal, or how my eye glanced over the contents, and comprehended their purport, long before each word was separately deciphered?

She suspected from the commencement of our intercourse, that the history of her affections had been confided to me by Hartley Aubertin. She remarks on this, "I am sorry to be obliged

to confess, that this did not startle me; I wish I could have believed Hartley incapable of so indelicate an act; in the days of my tenderest attachment to him, I was not so blind to the truth, as not to be aware, that there was much in his character which might be reformed." The marriage of Hartley affected her the less, because it was an event, the certainty of which she had compelled herself to contemplate steadily, from the moment in which he had ceased to be her lover. She confesses, that my evident friendship for her has afforded her unalloyed pleasure, because it has exalted her in her own opinion. She does not hesitate to acknowledge, that to be the companion- the friend- the wife of Sir William Rosstrevor, were to be most happy. She assures me, that she is not actuated by other than the purest sentiments; when she desires, that some months may intervene before our marriage is contemplated more nearly. She

does not distrust herself, but she desires to assure me, she will never permit the idea of Hartley Aubertin to embitter our union; and she will defer the final acceptance of my generous proposal, until time must have afforded unequivocal proof, to myself and to the world, that her choice of me was not influenced by a desire of escaping those feelings of mortification, from which women, in her situation, are supposed to suffer so keenly. She prays me to believe, that her regard for my happiness is not the less, because she appears, in her decision, to be actuated by reason rather than to obey the impulse of feeling. Her intimacy with me has already expanded her intellect, and diverted her mind from the sadness to which it was sometimes prone, by presenting to her contemplation great and glorious objects. The attachment I have professed for her has added the warmest gratitude to perfect esteem; and if, after this explanation, I shall

still place my felicity in our union, she confesses that it would constitute hers.

Noble, unaffected Camilla! I have seen a woman placed in a position the most distressing-deserted by him who was the object of a life-long attachment - compelled to perceive herself regarded with an affectation of compassion by acquaintances; and before time was allowed her to regain her self-possession, her lover's marriage, in her own immediate neighbourhood, inflicted the consummation of suffering! And I have seen her enduring all this with a dignity that had no alliance with pride a patience that had no touch of meanness. The principle that animated her, was not the courage of philosophy, or the delusions of youthful hope it was the consolations of Christianity!

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20th. In six months I shall be the enviable husband of Camilla Hastings.. It is not wonderful, that I resist allefforts at journalizing regularly during