who was labouring under severe illness, to make her abode in a dungeon. The session had already commenced: a true bill had been found by the grand jury, and on her trial it appeared that she had given a false name: the people whose direction she had placed on the note were proved to be swindlers, and her connexion with them in their nefarious practices seemed but too clearly made out. She was totally confounded at the suspicious circumstances against her. Her counsel made the best defence he could; but her story wanted corroboration in every respect. Lady Delmont had gone to Switzerland; lady Jane Evelyn was nowhere to be found; and her earliest friend, lady M, had not long before paid the debt of nature.

All this operated on the jury. The judge charged them not to think of the youth, beauty, and seeming innocence of the prisoner, but to form their opinion on the evidence before them; and after a

long deliberation, they found her guilty. Her father, just risen from a bed of sickness, and her brother, just returned from distant lands, came but in time to find a daughter and a sister a condemned prisoner in a cell in Newgate. Her father was quite overcome; but her brother having gained some knowledge of lady Jane's route, instantly dispatched messengers in search of her, who found her at Northallerton; and as soon as lady Jane was informed of their errand, notwithstanding the accident she had met with, she sent instantly for a magistrate, and gave a full and clear deposition of all the facts, which was corroborated by captain Malcolm; and these documents being placed in lord Burton's hands by her father, proved the means of saving that very Miss Travers' whom Frederic had so long sought, and whom he had so long loved, under the name of Stanhope.

There was so much to be said, and so much to be done, that it was late before

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lord Burton and Charles returned home; and there they had a tale to tell to those they had left behind, which once more set the whole party in tears.,

Frederic was bound by his promise to set off early the next morning for Northallerton; but he knew he left his Louisa, of whose affection he now had no doubt, in the hands of those who would fulfil all his wishes towards her. 1:

As soon as her brother was gone, Mary flew to the fair prisoner, and at once welcomed her as a sister; but a shadow instantly came over Louisa's face." Oh, lady Mary," said she, with a sigh, "do not speak of that! It would have lowered your noble brother sufficiently to have given his hand to a governess; but after all the ignominy I have suffered, indeed, indeed it cannot, it ought not to take place."...

"And if it does not," replied Mary, "I will never forgive you. It is not suffering, but guilt that creates ignominy. None

can doubt that you are innocent. Frederic's happiness is at stake. Louisa, you cannot deny that you love him; and if you practise any such unfeeling delicacy with regard to him, I shall certainly change my nature, and become very revengeful."

Lady Mary had not much difficulty in gaining, at least a silent assent from Miss Travers; but Charles in the mean time had a more troublesome part to play with her father-it was to persuade him to accept that temporary pecuniary assistance of which he rightly judged he must stand in need he felt sure, that if he proffered it straight-forwardly, it would be at once refused; but he did not scruple to have recourse to a ruse to effect his purpose. Mr. Travers had lost all his property, which he still declared rightfully to be his, by a suit in Chancery, and Charles found means to persuade him that it was lord Burton's wish that he should try it again.

It was Mr. Travers's weak point; and without

without seeing Mr. Melville's object, he at once accepted a supply of money for this purpose, as a loan, to be repaid when he had recovered his property.

CHAPTER XIII.

"Thus all things end-their being is a dream,
That hangs and hovers in a thousand shapes,
Changes from hour to hour, and lingers on
Through the long night. Their end is but a point,
The long perspective where all objects join."

The Conclusion.

LIFE is like a stream, which gushing from a hilly source, at first winds on amongst the mountains, small and insignificantthen enlarged into a torrent, it dashes in busy tumult from rock to rock, and from precipice to precipice, till at length it reaches the plain, still running, at first with the rapidity it had gained in its early

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