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her actions; he therefore enclosed the address, as desired, and he wished him every success.

The man took it to Mr. Brown's when he went to the post, and the next morning Mr. Brown went away to London by the first train,

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He never sends a woe,

But His supports divine,

In due proportion with the affliction join.

BISHOP KEN,

IN the curate's pretty room, he and a friend were busily talking on the even

ing after the party at Moorlands. His companion was a man of some sixty years old, with a soldierly bearing which would have bespoken his profession, even if his dress had not done so. Mr. Tremaine looked pale and worried-hot, fevered, flushed, and excited.

"My dear fellow," said his companion, taking

up his foraging cap and throwing it down again on the table beside him, "it would be madness. In two months she'd run away with the first goodlooking man that was fool enough to ask her, and leave you to rue the folly which had made her your wife."

"But can there not be one white sheep in a fold of black, as well as the reverse ?" said Tremaine in a sad, broken voice.

"It's possible, but improbable enough to cause the gravest doubts. You must not risk it in your profession, however, my dear Basil. For your father's sake shake off this infatuation. Do not see her for a time, and it will soon pass."

"Soon pass! Major Evesleigh," said Tremaine, rising from his seat, and speaking as though every word was with an effort, wrung from his very heart. "I am no longer a boy—a child to be caught by a pretty face which could be easily effaced by another. My father taught

me to shun-to fear women; and until she, with the glory of gold round her head, and purity and tenderness shining in her eyes, came suddenly, as it were, before me, I never cared for or seldom spoke to women, save when my duty or courtesy necessitated it. If she is not what I deem her, I will go far from her, where I can never see her more, carrying for ever, till my death, in my inmost heart the image of the only woman I will ever call my wife."

"Well, well, my boy, it's no use talking to a madman. I tell you, abroad or in England, at watering places, in German towns, go where you will, it will be strange if some man cannot tell you some wild prank played by 'these Bouverie girls.' If you would make one of them your wife, and be brother to the others, I have no more to say. I am an old English gentleman, sir, I have in me the chivalry of a past age, and I love and honour 'woman' as she should be, so much, that I would not for a kingdom be con

nected with one who would disgrace that glorious name. To me it conveys, in one word, all that is fair, 'pure, excellent, and of good report,' and I would not marry one who would not make me feel ashamed to think an evil thought, or speak an evil word in her presence."

"Leave me for to-night," said Tremaine, sinking back in his chair, and covering his face with his hands. "Leave me, and let me think and pray alone."

"Yes, yes. I hate cant. I can't preach, I'm only an honest old soldier; but you're right, seek higher counsel than mine, my boy, and better consolation for what I know and feel is a bitter trial. To that care I commend you," said the old man, reverently; and, wringing his young friend's hand, he quietly left the room.

Lady Bouverie had appeared much fatigued with the party, and had scarcely left her room since. A week had elapsed, and, from various causes, Blanche had not been to Moorlands, and

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