everywhere esteemed and honored ;) but"-a look substituted language: "in short, Emile, the world judges by appearances-though it know indubitably well what is really underneath; but, long as those are preserved, its credit does not it to post this."

call

upon

"We'll see," said Villiers. "But I must away-if you'll allow me sleep before our journey—it's just three.”

Aspic was still hammering at Worthall, as they brushed-by. St. Aubin had enunciated the epithet "purse-proud."

"Well," reparteed the censor-" we may reasonably cede him that:" (What! thought Villiers-Cato afford applause!)

"Because," continued Aspic, with sneering suavity" he has nothing else to be proud of!" It was a portrait to the life! a single syllable more had derogated from the graphicness of the painting.

On October 1, 42, the Rover-with Herbert, Villiers, and Camell, on board-slipped her cable, and set sail for the nearest port of France.

In reviewing the month at Sapperton, Emile was unconscious of having been happier for any

period of equal length: resplendent, though, as it recurred in contrast from prior gloom-how should it have outshone heaven's self, if freshcontrasted with calamities now-lowering and soon destined to burst in blood!

"No, no"-had his ruminations run, after the finale with the St. Aubins-" there's no enjoyment above promoting that of others. I have benefited two, whom Affliction might else have bowed-bruising young hearts to gall, and filling young eyes with unnatural tears. And hitherward let my endeavors henceforth tend. No! I ambition not the title of a great, so I thus realise the guerdon of a good, man.

"But is not this end coveted by all?-for each, within however pent a range, can lend a mite to the diffusion of joy. And when this, in forwarding their brethren's well-being, most promotes their own, must it not be the aim of all, as indicated by sense and self-interest ?-It must! it must!"

The halcyon-days of life! so they were. Why, he was quite a different individual from what he had been, three years ago-when the late selfinculpation of criminal indulgence more corroded than the very ills against which he had flown to it for counteraction: from what he had been,

next, at Oxford-when the petty passions and hollowness of its minor world had disgusted and disorganised him: from what he had been, nine months before, when these, with the less-diverted despotic irritability of Dalyell, resulted in unmixed, unmitigated melancholy.

And to what was it owing?

END OF THE SECOND BOOK.

BOOK III.

No. 1.-Whither Villiers went, and whom he

mixed with.

I would be busy in the world, and learn.

OTWAY.-The Orphan.

J'arrivai à Paris en trois jours.

DE STAEL.

And out of Paris there is no salvation for decent people. LONGFELLOW.-Hyperion.

The Rover's destination having been altered to St. Malo-from an error in the steersman (explained Herbert) not detected till too lateand from accidental rencounter with a vessel. thither bound-they had there debarked, and

thence journeyed, en compagnie, towards the metropolis-but so dilatorily and indirectly that a fortnight was spent ere its attainment. Hence Villiers, barred from immediate reception of Dalyell's Hâvre-despatch, had only to enclose the Postmaster his Parisian address.

Herbert's habit of nearly annual resort had initiated him into the varieties of provincial pursuits, and amassed an extensive list of intimates in the capital. Under his guidance, then, or attendance, to its innumerable marts of public amusement and private dissipation, it were little marvel that Villiers, by the close of the year, had gained ampler insight into what is technically termed "the world," than he could even have dreamt-of during the entire of his antecedent existence.

Lord Camell's volatility would have ravishingly suited French taste, had not his obstinate nationality raised insurmountable opposition. Yet, with all his proneness to censure aught in which that people differed from the British, so greedy was he of their association, and so assiduous after the million frivolities which induced contact with those he utterly anathematised, that Villiers was