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edge, which told that the news of his brother's death had reached his sister, he cast it from him with a feeling akin to pain.

The next moment, however, he sprang from the bed, threw open the shutters, and commenced reading its contents.

EMILY'S LETTER.

My own dear brother, My heart bleeds for you! But yesterday, we received the sad, sad letter. To-day, although blinded with tears, I implore you to remember, that you have not lost your all! Our bereavement has been great! our loss heavy indeed. But if a link in the family love-chain be broken—shall not the remaining ones cling to each other the closer ?

My aunt is heart-broken. Clarendon, kind as he is, did not know our George! Alas! that he should be ours no more!

My only brother! dwell not with strangers ! A sister's arms are ready to clasp you :-a sister's sympathy must lighten the load of your sufferings. Think of your conduct! your devotedness! Should not these comfort you ?

Did you not love and cherish him ? did you not -- happier than 1--soothe his last days ? were you not present to the end ?

From this moment, I shall count each hour that divides us,

On my knees both night and morning, will I pray the Almighty God, who has chastened us, to protect my brother in his travels by sea and land.

May we be spared, my dearest Henry, to pray together, that he may bestow on us present resignation, and make us duly thankful for blessings which still are ours. Your affectionate sister,

EMILY. Delmé read the letter with tearless eye. For some time he leant his head on his hand, and thought of his sister, and of the dead.

He shook, and laughed wildly, as he beat his hand convulsively against the wall.

Carl Obers and Thompson held him down, while this strong paroxysm lasted.

His sobs became fainter, and he sunk into a placid slumber. The student watched anxiously by his side. He awoke; called for Emily's letter ; and as he read it once more, the tears coursed down his sunken cheeks.

Ah! what a relief to the excited man, is the fall of tears.

It would seem as if the very feelings, benumbed and congealed as they may hitherto have been, were suddenly dissolving under some happier influence, and that with the external sign-the weakness and pliability of childhood—we were magically regaining its singleness of feeling, and its gentleness of heart.

Sir Henry swerved no more from the path of manly duty. He saw the vetturino, and arranged his departure for the morrow. On that evening, he took Carl's arm, and sauntered through the village church-yard.

Already seemed it, that the sods had taken root over George's grave.

The interstices of the turf were hidden ;-& white paper basket, which still held some flowers, had been suspended by some kind stranger hand over the grave ;- from it had dropped a wreath of yellow amaranths.

There was great repose in the scene. The birds appeared to chirp softly and cautiously ;—the tufts of grass, as they bowed their heads against the monumental crosses, seemed careful not to rustle too drearily.

Sir Henry's sleep was more placid, on that, his last night at Wallensee, than it had been for many a night before.

Acting up to his original design, Delmé passed through the capitals of Bavaria and Wurtemburg ; and quickly traversing the picturesque country round Heilbron, reached the romantic Heidelberg, washed by the Neckar.

The student, as might be expected, did not arrive at his old University, with feelings of indifference; but he insisted, previous to visiting his college companions, on showing Sir Henry the objects of interest. , .

The two friends, for such they might now be styled, walked towards the castle, arm in arm ; and stood on the terrace, adorned with headless statues, and backed by a part of the mouldering ruin, half hid by the thick ivý.

They looked down on the many winding river, murmuringly gliding through its vine covered banks.

Beyond this, stretched a wide expanse of country; while beneath them lay the town of Heidelberg —the blue smoke hanging over it like a magic diadem.

“ Here, here !” said Carl Obers, as he gazed on the scene, with mournful sensations, here were my youthful visions conceived and embodied - here did I form vows, to break the bonds of enslaved mankind-here did I dream of grateful thousands, standing erect for the first time as free men-here did I brood over, the possible happiness of my fellew men, and in attempting to realise it, have wrecked my own.”.

“My kind friend !” replied Delmé, “your error, if it be such, has been of the head, and not the heart. It is one, natural to your age and your

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