old and esteemed associate-Isabel Camell goes swiftly. But, with a gentler pang should she go, from places which the revered, the loved, make still too dear to her, were she certified of their content and felicity, even whilst herself being wafted far away. Yes! my span's about to finish, and I've prayed HIS aid to wean me from those on whom I had, perhaps, too sinfully lavished impulse. But the task is hard." She faltered: he forbore: for what consolings could equal that inner religious sense

?

"Credit it-our association closes here. But oh! the bliss of looking to its renewal hereafterconvinced that you, too, would covet peace from Him to whose arms I depart—should smooth the bed of death, and cheer me in the shadowy transit to eternity."

Emile (could he less?) reiterated what goodly aims he proposed (sinking the more amorous moiety), recorded in the foregoing section.

And she replied; "So truly did his assurances rejoice her, that she could only

"Quel!" cried Camell, bursting-in-" spinning dirges to Meditation, while we celebrate the birth of Gaiety! Sister mine! you might illustrate il penseroso by Emile's portrait, or your own.

Come, give him your hand for a valse, and aid mes efforts pour passer le temps.''

Indeed, Camell, I, must satisfy me with observing: I can't boast strength enough," she added, sadly smiling, "for your rapid amusements."

"What! not waltz? and with Villiers? O cœur inexorable! But I'll be avenged-'vous me voyez, ingrate, pour la dernière fois; et je vais, loin de vous, mourir de douleur et d'amour.'”

Wherewith he absconded hastily: and Lady Isabel, as, leaning on Villiers, she re-walked into the noisier apartments, could not refrain from sighing: "I would my brother were less thoughtless; but I grieve”—what further is not recordable; for Villiers' ear was cotemporarily smitten, and his every perception absorbed, by—“ Miss Evrett"

The conversers were beside the door-way, and the Earl of Clevedon the utterer.

"I had already heard that," a perfect stranger responded.

"As for her inclinations, then," annexed the Earl," the Hon. Mr. Saintly's proposal

Isabel paced onward; but enough had reached Emile to induce revery. So that, on her ladyship's

expression of gratefulness for the comfort he afforded her, so obvious was his inattention, that she surveyed him disconcertedly.

Proposal? How happened he to be unadvised of it before? What was this Hon. Mr. Saintly? And who?

There was an answer yet to be !

But Camell revolving-by, with his giddy suite, started another train of musing. Since Lady Anne's elopement, and the consequent severance of the peer's contract, he had never complained, nor, after the immediate notoriety, even adverted to it. Report said, the seducer deserted her at Paris: Godwin had, undoubtedly, a couple of months later, re-joined his regiment; but all trace of the lady stopt at the French Capital. Could, then, Camell's trip refer thitherward (for, though three years had lapsed, Villiers ascribed him more deep-feeling than his lordship himself arrogated or would have owned to)-and was there, thus, a meaning in the "douleur et d'amour" of his quotation, which satisfactorily resolved that supremest of all abandonments, "fox-covers and his country."

"Well, Emile," he cried-the round terminated -"positively you're irritating. While I acquit

myself, agile à ravir-you, insufferably sedate, must sit by Isabel, à faire horreur. But step along with me; I want advice."

She acquiescing, he complied. But Camell, talking flippantly, paraded-about, with no visible purport, till they re-approached his sister; when, inclining towards him, as though to catch a whisper, he abruptly released his hold, and, jumping back, cried aloud in the utmost amaze"You-you kissed her?”

The invention astounded Villiers: Lady Isabel scarleted to the temples: his lordship hasted self-congratulatorily away, allowing Emile carte blanche towards explanation. Monstrously nettled at this dilemma, he had nought for it but to resume the vacant post. There was a constraint, however, in their remarks, till at length she tacitly assented to his, and soon vacated the drawing-room.

Remonstrated-with, Camell averred the ruse had been merely to detach him, for the benefit of the waltzers; but, this soothing excuse not materially mitigating Emile's annoyance, the volatile peer bound himself over to the undeceivment of Lady Isabel, within the first second after her re-appearance.

But Villiers saw her no more; a head-ache detaining her from the breakfast-table next morning. No more! for-though none would conceive her dying, except herself-before the February of the year following, her prognostic was fulfilled, and Lady Isabel trod (in her own beautiful language) "the shadowy transit to eternity."

But, ere then, what crises were in store for Villiers !

No. 9.-Life in the Country.

Dum vitant stulti vitia, in contraria currunt.
HORAT.

Sweet Nannie St. Aubin! most delightful but most tantalising of rustic lasses, if the data that I compile-from be correct! Just the one, I would for mine own part swear (and my age should make me somewhat knowing in such matters)just the one, with that shapely form, that saucy