self, "should I but find Emily,-" what mattereth it whether I be attended by a single henchman, or followed by fifty men at arms!"

He sallied out of the precincts of the castle without taking that leave of his parents which might have induced questions, such as he would have found it difficult to parry, and impossible to answer, without betraying his real design to them, or else by having recourse to falsehood. Besides which, he felt much bitterness of spirit towards them both; to one, because not satisfied with thwarting his affections, he had used degrading language towards the object of them; to the other, for her not having espoused his cause, -for she was not so very adverse to it as his father was with all the ardour he wished; and he therefore commenced the journey with as much apparent nonchalance as if he had only been about to take his daily excursion on horseback.

This indifference, however, was less real than imaginary,-more assumed than felt; notwithstanding the impetuousness of his unruly nature, his heart was affectionate, and he loved his pa

rents with that fondness, which is, I verily believe, only to be found with the quick-spirited and irritable of temper.

The cold of blood are usually a very polite, civil, well-bred sort of people, who, if you make a trip and hurt yourself, say: "Ha! how unlucky-how sorry I am-I hope you'll soon be better-take care of yourself. I wish I could stop with you-but I'm in a monstrous hurry. You'll come and see me! adieu, adieu. By the bye, pray don't come till you're better."Whereas the quick-spirited are the very devil himself to do with, and to the devil will they send their best friends in a whirlwind;-but then, they'll go there themselves ten minutes afterwards, to pluck them out of his clutches.

Gaultier's heart began to smite him sorely when, having proceeded some distance, he looked back upon his paternal residence, just now about to be hidden from his eyes by the rich foliage he was entering, and he reflected upon the pangs he was going to inflict upon an aged parent, who, however vexatious his conduct might be, still

loved him, and thought he but performed a duty in thwarting his desires.

Few things are more painful to a mind naturally virtuous, than the being necessitated,-or rather the thinking itself necessitated,-to act in a manner which it feels to be wrong. In such, the struggle between passion and principle is dreadful, and though victory far more frequently declares for the former than for the last of them, yet is the conquest a bitter one, and never yields the desired harvest-Happiness. How is this?

Wherefore is the soul for ever thus at variance with itself? Why are we so weak, so poor, so worthless, and so wicked?-Why hath such power, and science, ingenuity and contrivance, been employed upon our clay, that it may breathe "a breath which makes it wretched"? Why hath so much been done for all, and yet so little? From the huge Mammoth and Leviathan, to the minutest insect which the microscope scarce brings to view, from the subtle mind of Man, unto the senseless herb which beautifies his path, why hath so much been done, yet done in vain ?-Could the Artisan

thus much, and yet no more? All that the sense perceives is wonderful-All that the eye beholds is lovely-All the heart feels is sorrow. Why, with such seeming love for the created, hath not the Creator made the creature blest?-Why is there such an hourly contest 'twixt his desire and duty?-Why is he disquieted with mental cares, and racked with corporeal akes?-Why is he not a spirit, bodiless, without passions, free from vice and vice's penalty-from pain?— And why, oh why, is earth not Paradise, and we its denizens not pure and spotless beings, formed to pour forth glad and grateful orisons to him who placed us on it?-Can any solve me this?

Whatever grief Gaultier might have felt at thus separating himself from his parents, and leaving them in uncertainty as to whither he was gone, yet did it fall far short of the anguish he endured at reflecting on his own loss of Emily; and this having been occasioned by his father's unkindness, he strove to argue himself into a belief that the step he took was justifiable. Then came there also in a little false pride, to strengthen his resolution, and he felt ashamed

to break his purpose so shortly after it had been formed. In addition to all this, he anticipated not a long absence, for there existed in his mind a strong notion that Emily would never have the heart to withdraw herself from the neighbourhood of the spot on which she had been brought up, in which the friends and guardians of her childhood were living, and, above all, where she had left himself, and still believed he was.

He imagined she would secrete herself in some of the adjacent villages or towns, there to await the advent of more favourable times. Yet, however this might be, and whatever other design she had in view he was perfectly aware that travelling as she did on foot, she could not possibly have proceeded far from the point of her departure; and thus in the hope-Hope is a sad flatterer, deceiving us far more than the greatest knave in the world has power to do-of soon overtaking the fugitive, he pricked forward, with the design of conveying her to some spot of safety, where no obstacle to their union would present itself; of then returning with her as his bride to Bavay; of presenting himself to his