sure to be miserable enough: his feelings for others will destroy his peace, his generosity will ruin his fortune, and his affection will annihilate his happiness."

"It is indeed too often the case, that our own heart or our own imagination is the betrayer of our rest, and the ruin of all our enjoyment," answered the young lady, and she concluded, with a sigh that made Charles think she felt from experience the truth of what had been said.

There was something also in the manner of saying it, that struck sir Philip Mason, and made a cold thrill of doubt come over the more ardent feelings of his heart; and rising with his friend, he took leave, and returned to the city. On the way sir Philip was less conversible than usual, and seemed to entertain fears for his success with Biancha, which he had not before felt.

Rochefoucault says, that we always find something pleasing to us in the sorrows of our friends. He was wrong. He was wrong. It is that

we

we learn to appreciate our own happiness, by contrasting it with the misfortunes of others. Charles Melville, on his return

to a home brightened with the smiles of undoubted affection, perhaps esteemed his own happiness more highly than ever, from all he had seen in the morning; but he felt no pleasure in the very uncertain state of his friend's prospects.

Mary's feeling heart took a great interest in the fate of the frank, straight-forward sir Philip; nor did Charles grudge him her sympathy, for he could not but feel that Mary's general benevolence did not in the least detract from her attachment to himself; Charles was ardent and susceptible enough to have been jealous, had he loved another than Mary, but of her it was impossible to entertain a doubt; her mind was as open as the clear blue sky, without a shadow or a cloud; and now that Charles's attachment was as open and avowed as it was warm and sincere, she had no coquettish reserve or affectation

of

of restraint towards him, but every day gave him new proofs of her affection, and fresh cause for admiration.

Charles was now beginning to be tired of wandering-he had pictured to himself such a happy home, to bless the remainder of his days, that he could not feel satisfied till the dream of his imagination was realized. He looked forward to England with a thousand hopes, and heartily wished that their travels were over. He was scarcely contented to extend their tour to the Ionian islands; but it was Mary's wish, and every thing, of course, yielded to that: but as a concession on the other part, it was agreed that they should only remain one month longer at Naples instead of two, which had been at first proposed, and Charles, obliged to bridle his impatience, did it with a good grace, and enjoyed the present, as well as looked forward to the future.

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Adine.

Oui, c'est moi dont le zele,

Pour ce que j'aime est à jamais fidéle—
C'est moi qui veut lui prouver, en ce jour,
Qu'il me devait un plus tendre retour.

La Prude.

The Rival.

THERE is more time wasted in determining what to do next, than in any other of the many methods human nature has recourse to, of spending the most valuable, but the most transitive gift that we have received from Heaven. In setting out in the world, we (almost all of us) feel like the heir of a rich miser, who fancies the wealth fallen to him equally delightful and inexhaustible; we think that life will give us many, many more pleasures than

it ever does, and that it will never come to an end.

Charles Melville was thinking what he should do next, in which occupation he had been engaged for the last half hour, without having been in the least enabled to solve that very perplexing problem. Mary was in her own room, writing a long letter to his sister Caroline; lady Anne Milsome was with her; lord Burton had gone out with his friend, the baron de S―; and Charles being solus, and in one of those moods of idle indecision which will at times fall upon all of us, walked up and down the room, determining what he should do for half an hour. He was relieved at length, by the entrance of sir Philip Mason; there was haste in his eyes, and Charles at once guessed that he came to ask him to ride to count Mori's, which proved to be his purpose. The proposal was agreed to as soon as made; and in going, sir Philip informed his companion, that he had settled every thing with the

count,