nonsense, for, ridiculous as it may appear, it is to me very painful. Leave me now-I am nervous and lowspirited. Good-bye, Come this evening with your sister, I shall be better then."

Mrs. St. Felix went into the back parlour, and I left the shop. I had turned the wrong way, almost forgetting to give Tom his answer, when I recollected myself, and returned to the doctor's house.

"Well," said Tom, eagerly.

"Why," replied I, hardly having made my mind up what to say, yet not wishing to hurt his feelings"the fact is, Tom, that the widow has a very good opinion of you."

"I knew that," interrupted Tom.

"And if she were ever to marry again—why, you would have quite as good a chance as the doctor." "I was sure of that," said he.

"But at present, the widow--for reasons which she cannot explain to anybody-cannot think of entering into any new engagement."

"I see no regular engagement."

Exactly so-but as soon as she feels herself at liberty

"Yes," said Tom, breathless.

"Why, then she'll send, I presume, and let you know."

"I see-then I may hope."

"Why, not exactly-but there will be no occasion to take laudanum."

"Not a drop, my dear fellow, depend upon it."

"There is no saying what may come to pass, you see, Tom; two, or three, or four years may

"Four years—that's a very long time."

Nothing to a man sincerely in love." "No, nothing-that's very true."

So all you have to do is to follow up your profession quietly and steadily-and wait and see what time may bring forth."

"So I will-I'll wait twenty years, if that's all."

I wished Tom good-bye, thinking that it was probable that he would wait a great deal longer; but at all events he was pacified and contented for the time, and there would be no great harm done, even if he did continue to make the widow the object of his passion for a year or two longer. It would keep him out of mischief, and away from Anny Whistle.

On my return home I met with a severe shock, in consequence of information which my mother did not scruple to communicate to me. Perhaps it was all for the best, as it broke the last link of an unhappy attachment. She informed me very abruptly that the shutters of Mr. Wilson's house were closed in consequence of his having received intelligence of the death of Lady Poor Janet had expired in her first confinement, and the mother and child were to be consigned to the same tomb. This intelligence drove me to my chamber, and I may be considered weak, but I shed many tears for her untimely end. I did not go with my sister to Mrs. St. Felix, but remained alone till the next day, when Virginia came, and persuaded me to walk with her to the Hospital, as she had a message for my father.

After we had seen my father, we walked down to the Hospital Terrace, by the river-side. We had not

been there but a few minutes, when we heard Bill Harness strike up with his fiddle :—

"O cruel was my parents as tore my love from me,

And cruel was the press-gang as took him off to sea;

And cruel was the little boat as row'd him from the strand, But crueller the big ship as sail'd him from the land.

Sing tura-la, tura-la, tura-lara ley.

"O cruel was the water as bore my love from Mary,
And cruel was the fair wind as wouldn't blow contrary;
And cruel was the captain, his boatswain, and his men,
As didn't care a farding if we never meet again.

Sing tura-la, tura-la, tura-lara ley.

"O cruel was th' engagement in which my true love fought, And cruel was the cannon-ball as knock'd his right eye out: He used to ogle me, with peepers full of fun,

But now he looks askew at me, because he's only one.

Sing tura-la, &c., &e."

"Eh! wid your tura-la. You call dat singing?" cried Opposition Bill stumping up, with his fiddle in his hand. "Stop a little. How you do, Mr. Tom— how you do, pretty lady? Now I sing you a song, and show dat fellow how to make music. Stop a little, Miss Virginny."

"Well," said Bill Harness, "I'll just let you sing, that Miss Saunders may judge between us."

Virginia felt half inclined to go away; but as the pensioners always treated her with as much respect as any of the ladies of the officers of the hospital, 1 pressed her arm that she might stay. Opposition Bill then struck up as follows, saying, "Now I give you a new 'Getting up stairs."

"On board of a man of war dey hauled me one day, And pitch me up de side, just like one truss of hay.

Such a getting up stairs I nebber did see,
Such a getting up stairs.

"Dey show me de mast head, and tell me I must go,
I tumble on de rattling, and break my lilly toe.

Such a getting up stairs I nebber did see, &c.

"Dey pipe de hands up anchor, and Massa Boatswain's cane Come rattle on our backs, for all de world like rain.

Such a getting up stairs, &c.

And den dey man de rigging, de topsails for to reef,
And up we scull together, just like a flock of sheep,

Such a getting up stairs, &c.

"Dey send de boats away, a Frenchman for to board, We climb de side with one hand, de oder hold de sword. Such a getting up stairs, &c

"Now here I sent to Greenwich because I lost a leg, And ab to climb up to de ward upon my wooden peg.

Such a getting up stairs, &c."

"Dere now-I ask you, Mister Tom, and de young lady, which sing best, dat fellow, or your humble servant Bill-dat's me."

"You sing very well, Bill," said Virginia, laughing, "but I'm not able to decide such a difficult point." "Nor more can I; it is impossible to say which I like best," continued I. We must go home now-so

good-bye."

"Thanky you, Mister Tom, thanky you, Missy. I see you wish to spare him feelings; but I know what you tink in your heart."

Virginia and I now left the Hospital. There was one subject which was often discussed between my

sister and me, which was my situation with regard to Bramble and Bessy. I had no secrets from her, and she earnestly advised me to try if I could not make up my mind to an union with a person of whom I could not possibly speak but with the highest encomiums.

"Depend upon it, my dear Tom," said she, "she will make you a good wife; and with her as a companion, you will soon forget the unhappy attachment which has made you so miserable. I am not qualified from experience to advise you on this point; but I have a conviction in my own mind that Bessy is really just the sort of partner for life who will make you happy. And then you owe much to Bramble, and you are aware how happy it would make him and as her partiality for you is already proved, I do wish that you would think seriously upon what I now say. I long to see and make her acquaintance, but I really long much more to embrace her as a sister."

I could not help acknowledging that Bessy was as perfect as I could expect any one to be, where none are perfect. I admitted the truth and good sense of my sister's reasoning, and the death of Janet contributed not a little to assist her arguments; but she was not the only one who appeared to take an interest in this point: my father would hint at it jocosely, and Mrs. St. Felix did once compliment me on my good fortune in having the chance of success with a person whom every one admired and praised. The party, however, who had most weight with me was Old Anderson, who spoke to me unreservedly and seriously. "Tom," said he, "you must be aware that Bramble and I are great