Sir Charles Melville had become so completely fascinated with doctor Malden, that when applied to for his consent to the young clergyman's marriage with his daughter Caroline, he seemed to have forgotten that there was such a thing as family pride in the world, and did not appear even to search for an objection.

Mr. Travers followed Charles Melville's idea of attempting to recover his property, with an ardour that proved any thing but chimerical. His cause took a completely new complexion; his title was established beyond a doubt; and though he never recovered the back rents he had formerly paid, he was once more placed in possession of the property from which he had been ejected. He himself, in looking over the train of misfortunes which its loss had caused him, seemed rather inclined to repine-" Had it not been for this," said he, one day," Louisa's sorrows would all have been spared."

Louisa placed her hand in that of Fre

deric,

deric, and gave Mr. Travers a half-smiling, half-reproachful look.

"True, true," answered he, "if it had not been for that, you would never have known him. How wonderful are the ordinations of Providence! he often appoints our warmest enjoyments to chastise us most deeply, and our misfortunes often to bring about our greatest blessings!"

Happiness is of that calm, absorbing nature, that it scarcely admits of expression, far less of dilated description. It is a state, which, like the broad sunshine of a summer's day, seems to involve all objects in one universal peace-one brilliant repose. I have often thought, when looking at some of the brighter pictures of Claude, where all nature appears sleeping in a robe of light, that they must have been drawn in the happiest moments of a happy existence. Fears and sorrows

will furnish forth many a volume, but enjoyment refuses to waste itself in words. Lord Burton's happiness was as complete

as

as the happiness of mortal can be; and if it could have received an addition, it would have been from the letter which he received from the baroness de S, was bright in itself, and reflected the sunshine of his own heart.

It

To Lord Burton.

"It was you, then, most excellent of men, that stepped in and saved me from ruin-it was you who awakened me from a torpor I shudder to think of—it is you to whom I owe the power of meeting a husband that I love, without shame and without agony. Surely some strange foresight must have inspired that sentence of your letter to me, where you ask- Does your mind never entertain the idea, that some circumstances unknown to you may have made your husband act as he has done, without losing the affection he bore to you in early years?"

“ Oh,

"Oh, lord Burton! when I reflect on all that your remonstrance has saved me from, I could fly to cast myself at your feet, and thank you with all the gratitude I feel. Could you conceive the joy of my heart, when that letter-which told me that my husband's affection had always been mine, which explained the coldness that had made me wretched, which revived all my hopes, and told me the man I had always loved would soon again glad my sight could you conceive the joy that letter brought me, you would indeed have been rewarded, if I know your heart rightly. Every moment seemed an age till he arrived, and every hour appeared old before it was half over. He camewe met and are happy; all the dreams of our early years are now fulfilled; all that we wished, or fancied, or hoped, is

ours.

There was but one addition could happen to my joy, which was to hear, as I did from Constantine, that you, who had been shadowed by the same cloud which

had

had darkened his prospects-you whose virtues deserve a life, that like the song of the nightingale, should every moment become sweeter that you too have received the same happiness you have often given to others.

"There is one thing, lord Burton, which will be always yours, which will cast an additional light upon all your joys, and dispel the gloom of all your sorrows-a kind, a feeling, and a virtuous heart; and that no pain may ever assail it, but joy be added to joy, until your cup of pleasure be full, is the most ardent and sincere wish of the grateful

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