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bled to breakfast. The events of the last few days employed her thoughts; and prospects the most flattering presented themselves to her imagination. She looked upon the past as lessons for her to form her future conduct by; and hoped, in prosperity, she should never forget the precepts she had received from the affliction of her early life. To pitying Heaven she was grateful for thus inspiring such a being as Fitzroy with affection for her, powerful enough to induce him to rescue her from adversity, and to become her friend and protector through life-Fitzroy, for whom her grateful heart began to glow with sensations softening rapidly towards the most tender attachment.

With a countenance glowing with the beams of softened sensibility, and the roseate blush of Hebe, Julia entered the house upon the summons of the breakfast-bell. and in the hall, most unexpectedly, met Fitzroy." Oh!" he exclaimed, as he eagerly took her hand, and looked on her with tenderness and delight, "you have been walking, and alone! Had I known this, I would have been here earlier; but are you now too much fatigued to lengthen your walk with me?”


"With pleasure very much I would you accompany," she replied; "only the bell has been rung for us all to come eat breakfast; and it would not be right for me to keep Mrs. Hargrave to wait for me."

"How unlucky I have been! Had I known you were walking, I could have been here hours ago; for I was up betimes. I could not sleep, and you have my loss of rest to answer for. Oh, Julia! the sound of your voice still vibrated on my fascinated ear; your image, engraven on my heart, was sweetly reflected on my vision, and I could not, would not sleep, lest my dreamsshould not be of you."

Julia now, averting her blushing face from the ardent expression that irradiated Fitzroy's eyes, asked him, with a voice of timid sweetness, if he had breakfasted?".


No," he replied, "I am come to Mrs. Hargrave's déjeuné, by the kind invitation of her fair daughter, who has promised to shew me her menagerie-an invitation you cannot doubt that I most joyfully accepted."

Mrs. Hargrave now appeared descending the stairs, and politely she welcomed Fitzroy. Breakfast passed pleasantly. Celes

tina, with much delight, conducted her visitors through the repository of her favourites; but though Fitzroy politely admired them all, still Julia was the sole object of his contemplation; and by his unceasing and flatteringly-respectful attentions to her, betrayed to every one the tenderness of his attachment.

At length, the clock announcing the hour, called Fitzroy most unwillingly away to the approaching ceremony, and the ladies all hastened to the market-place, where, in the curate's house, they were accommodated with windows to see the elected members pass on the shoulders of popularity. Mr. Smith preceded Fitzroy, in a whimsical chair resembling a fairy's bower, decorated with all the emblems appropriate to that tiny race.

Fitzroy's chair was simply elegant, adorned with green-house plants, and hot-house flowers; and he looked and moved in all the captivating charms of graceful symmetry and striking beauty.

Mr. Smith returned the gratulations he received, with comic grimace, well calculated to carry him through with rapturous plaudits, little inferior to those bestowed

apon the popular favourite-the handsome and elegant Fitzroy.

In every first-floor window, the ladies saluted them with the waving snow-white cambric banner. In every second story, the housemaids with cordiality shook their dusters on them. The men in the streets huzzaed and shouted; and the women yelled and screamed their compliments and congratulations. As Fitzroy passed the window where Julia stood to view him, all who could see him at the moment, observed the eagerness with which his eyes sought her out, and rested as long as his bearers would permit them, on her blushing face, and the flatteringly-respectful manner in which he particularly made his passing bow to her.

It was near two o'clock before the bustle and confusion of the streets allowed the rectory family to return home, whence they shortly after proceeded on an excursion planned by Mrs. Hargrave, to shew our heroine and Mrs. Goodwin a beautiful castle, and some other curiosities, in the neighbourhood of Z. From this expedition they did not arrive at home until late, and immediately after sat down to table, as Mrs.

Hargrave had arranged that none of her guests were to dress for the ball before dinner.

At length the rectory ladies were decorated for the ball; and certainly, for beauty and for fashion too, made no contemptible group. With delight, almost maternal, Mrs. Goodwin beheld Julia De Clifford look more strikingly-beautiful and attractivelylovely, than she had ever before seen her. Hopes and fears, half-pleasurable, half-painful-sensations hitherto totally unknown to our heroine, had now begun to agitate her bosom, irradiating her eyes, and brightening the bloom on her cheeks with the brilliant glow of timid, conscious sensibility.

At a late hour (and not until some of the party were out of patience at the delay), lady Gaythorn and cousins, with a numerous retinue of beaux, called for Mrs. Hargrave and her friends.

The external of the Castle inn, where the ball was given, was fancifully illuminated with coloured lamps; the staircase very well decorated with transparencies, green-house plants, and lights innumerable. At the ball-room door this large party was received by the new members and their immediate

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