more to my own heart's simpler teachings-And these," she added, "still forbid our agreement's revocation."

"Hah?" cried he, steadying himself before her, with haggard vision-"By heaven, you do doubt me! You see, you must elsewhere for repute than to this all-contaminating 'society;" notwithstanding, you thrust me forth, though my reception can only be an offence to it.—By heaven, you detest me!—or you would not persist in exclusion which exceeds the worst-drawn agony of the damned"-but, her eyes filling-up, he ceased -he softened; and, abased to the floor, beside the homely sofa, entreated "forgiveness! forgiveness for his impetuosity-his petulance !—He could not keep them under. She imposed too hard a penance.-Grace, dear Grace, relent!"

"And-unbeliever!" she exclaimed, striving against tears, yet looking on him with an overflowing fondness which nought can parallel"am I myself free from regret at our few meetings? oh, do me justice, that my lacerations and longings But this vehemence"-interrupting herself, as about to utter too much" is another reason for the restriction; and, by your value for me, you'll not reverse it."

Admirable girl! who thus yielded to the malinterpretation of the most endeared, while prompted at the very time by the holiest dictates of a disinterestedness whose revealment would have, if not inevitably frustrated, heapedadditional difficulty upon, its pursuance.

He referred it (through his own predominant mood) to her conformity with-or, worse, concurrence in the ruling power he most despised -Convention.

But there was a mode of appeasing this-the Leman-cot !-Then it interpenetrated him, that he was "already gyved" by every law of violated innocence. Then it incensed, it tore, infuriated: it crushed, paralysed, bowed to infantine ineptitude : that, without injury to the one, he could not deal equitably by the other.-Oh, Love! Oh, Passion! how nearly are ye allied! How diverse, yet what a hair-breadth-line divides ye! Thou which deformest to a devil, and thou which sublimest to a demi-god! Then he felt that he had all along left love with Grace, while he had given (he could give but) despair to Zizine.

Then he half-withdrew decrial against one of the foulest social charters.*

*See Herbert's Maxims (xvii), Book IV. No. 1.

*

Ere day-break, discovered by Annie, in his traveling-cloak, asleep against the door-post-at noon, Grace saw him.

"Cruel! to yourself and me. Knowing my life wound-up in yours, how you risk it! I cannot effect what I sought," she subjoined, dejectedly: "so, desist from such heedlessness of health, and I'll receive you whenever I can."

"Now," he replied with joy, "confess your motive for the prohibition."

The need of suppression being over, she acknowledged it in all its tenderness of truth. Dissolution was nigh. The augmentation, then, to their attachment by continual companionship might, on her side, lessen resignation to relinquish earth, but must, on his, only plunge into deeper sorrow at her death.

"And this was it!" he cried, in uncontrollable ecstasy; and-about to throw his arms roundclasp her to the bosom which, even more than her own, she considered-AN IDEA reared-up between a spectre: mid-way, he suspended the motion, wrung his hands, and averted himself shudderingly.

"No, dearest Grace!" (She perceived a solitary tear on his cheek: his tone, to her, sounded

softlier than ever.) "No! I'll not impair your nobleness. Without periling health, henceforward, I'll adhere, as 'twere the Omnipotent's, to your restriction."

No. 13.-Herbert.

A villain!

SHAKSPERE.-Henry IV, Part 2.

Nothing is less marvellous than swift development of intricate designs. As, therein, each branch has dependencies-its junction with a previous and a succeeding-so, let but a joint be detached, and Discovery runs along the entire apparatus.

From a remote period, Captain Herbert had apparently cherished completest amity towards Emile. The proofs solving it now poured-in from all quarters. The one red spirit of revenge was discerned to have animated him throughout.

The Evretts were the quarry.-About nineteen years before, he had been contemptuously repulsed

by the wife, and haughtily corrected by the husband. These were abstruse to the many. They were ever prominent to self-respect. Yet what reprisal could be made?

Even at that era, too skilled in "the world" to think of striking at the person, he proposed the reputation; through which the stroke could both sureliest take the feelings, and amplify the ovation by constraining "an indulgent public" to its abetment. That public, he was even then aware, would denounce, as odious, a bodily murderwhile quite ready, and rather predisposed, for implication in any butchery of the mind's lifean untainted fame. But this, Evrett's comportment (and, more, secludedness) rendered almost nugatory.

-Till, in the on-passing of annual revolutions, an unexpected, uncontrived path promising access to a larger field of devastation, he determined on following it. Nineteen years-Well? Had they repaired the failure, in the wife's instance? Had they requited the forfeit, in the husband's? Had they skinned the very scar which perpetually recalled the relation he had borne, and still bore, to both—a contemned, detected, crest-fallen, scourged, and unretaliatory