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themselves once more in England's smoky metropolis.
People's feelings are like their faces, rarely wanting the general features of mankind; but modified and shaped into infinite varieties ; and each, even the most like, distinguished from the rest by some trait peculiar to itself. Perhaps there were none of the party arrived that day in London who felt exactly like the other; but they all agreed in the pleasure of finding themselves at home.
There was much to tell on all parts; but as there was so much, the detail was deferred by mutual consent, till the tra, vellers had received the benefit of a little rest. The baron de S- , who proposed to set off the next day for Paris, was the only person who wished to hasten the recital; but as he fully calculated on rejoin. ing his friend, lord Burton, when his fate should be decided, and his happiness secured, he agreed to postpone this gratification of his curiosity till his return.Ớ“Well,
Charles,” said he, “ as he made this agreement, I have no doubt that you are fully as happy to return from the Continent as you were to set your foot on its shores ?”
“ A great deal more," replied Charles : “ there is much certainly on the Continent to engage our attention, and to gratify our curiosity ; but from my own sensations, I should conceive that there are very few Englishmen, who have remained long out of their native country, that do not return to it with feelings of delight, and regard it with increased interest and redoubled affection."
Pour la revoir je francherai
THERE was yet one painful task which Frederic had to fulfil—that of communicating to Mary the accident which had befallen her cousin Jane, to whom she had been always so fondly attached. He scarcely knew how to do it, and after dinner, he called Charles into his library, in order to speak to him on the subject. He had not time, however, to enter upon it, when a servant announced " Mr, Travers,” and introduced a man above the middle age, whose appearance at once denoted him of a superior station in life.
Lord Burton immediately rose, and taking him by the hand, welcomed him warmly.--"Mr. Travers,” said he, “though this is the first time we have met, yet, be assured, I have made many efforts to find
“I know you have, my lord,” replied the old man, while a sudden drop rose in his eye. “ I have been informed of your kindness, and it is that which induces me to intrude upon you now. Pride is out of the question, and delicacy, in the present instance, would be useless, or worse. I have come, my lord, to ask your assistance.” i
“ Command it,” replied lord Burton. “ Let me hear how I can serve you.”
“ My lord,” replied he,“ my daughter, that very daughter who lived from her childhood with her uncle, doctor Wilson, on the estate of your father, is now in prison, on the charge of passing a forged note
for a large amount. More-though as innocent as an infant, they have condemned her; and there is no time to be lost; for, oh Heaven! it is ordered for to-morrow;" and the bitter tear of agony rolled over the father's cheek.
“Good God !” exclaimed Frederic, deep. ly shocked; “ how has all this happened ? and how, Mr. Travers, how is she to be saved ?"
" It happened thus, my lord,” replied the old man; “ but I must be brief-I had once large estates, an amiable wife, a beautiful family, and I was mad enough to fancy myself happy. My wife diedtwo of my children followed to an early tomb. My title to my property was disputed, and declared void, and ruin fast approached to my door. I had still four children left, and I was too proud to despair. My eldest son was in the navy; and my daughter, on the death of her good uncle, consented to take an inferior situation in life, that she might not be a