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the way to tame any brute, they say. And I tell you why, Jacob, I mean that you shall be my sweetheart, it's because Mr. Turnbull told me that you knew Latin ; now tell me, what is

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“ Latin is a language which people spoke in former times, but now they do not."

“Well, then, you shall make love to me in Latin, that's agreed."

“ And how do you mean to answer me?" “O in plain English, to be sure.”

“But how are you to understand me?" replied I, much amused with the conversation.

“O, if you make love properly, I shall soon understand you; I shall read the English of it in your eyes.

Very well, I've no objection; when am I to begin ?”

Why directly, you stupid fellow, to be sure. What a question !"

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I went close up to Mary, and repeated a few words of Latin—"Now,” says I, “ look into my eyes, and

see if you can translate them.” “Something impudent, I'm sure,” replied she, fixing her blue eyes on mine.

“ Not at all,” replied I; “I only asked for this,” and I snatched a kiss, in return for which I received a box on the ear, which made it tingle for five minutes. Nay,” replied I;

“ that's not fair; I did as you desired—I made love in Latin."

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“ And I answered you, as I said I would, in plain English,” replied Mary, reddening up to the forehead, but directly after bursting out into a loud laugh. “Now, Mr. Jacob, I plainly see that you know nothing about making love. Why, bless me, a year's dangling, and a year's pocket-money, should not have given you what you have had the impudence to take in so many minutes. But it was my own fault, that's certain, and I have no one to thank but myself. I hope I didn't hurt you— I'm very sorry if I did; but no more making love in Latin, I've had quite enough of that.”

“ Well, then, suppose we make friends,” replied I, holding out my hand.

“ That's what I really wished to do; although I've been talking so much nonsense,” replied Mary. “I know we shall like one another, and be very good friends. You can't help feel ing kind towards a girl you've kissed; and I shall try by kindness to make up to you for the box on the ear; so now sit down, and let's have a long talk. Mr. Turnbull told us that he wished you to serve out your apprenticeship on the river, with my father, so that if you agree, we shall be a long while together. I take Mr. Turnbull's word, not that I can find it out yet, that you are a very good-tempered, good-looking, clever, modest, lad; and as any apprentice

who remains with my father must live with us, of course I had rather it should be one of that

sort, than some ugly, awkward brute who-"

“ Is not fit to make love to you,” replied I.

“ Who is not fit company for me," replied Mary. “I want no more love from you, at present. The fact is, that father spends all the time he can spare from the wherry, at the alehouse, smoking; and it's very dull for me, and having nothing to do, I look out of window, and make faces at the young men as they pass by, just to amuse myself. Now there was no great harm in that a year or two ago;


now, you know, Jacob

66 Well, now-what then ?”

“O, I'm bigger, that's all ; and what might be called sauciness in a girl, may be thought something more of in a young woman.

So I've been obliged to leave it off; but being obliged to remain at home, with nobody to talk to, I

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never was so glad as when I heard that you were to come; so you see, Jacob, we must be friends. I daren't quarrel with you long, although I shall sometimes, just for variety, and to have the pleasure of making it up again. Do you hear me-or what are you thinking of ?"

“ I'm thinking that you're a very odd girl.”

“I dare say that I am, but how can I help that ? Mother died when I was five years old, and father couldn't afford to put me out, so he used to lock me in all day, till he came home from the river; and it was not till I was seven

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years old, and of some use, that the door was

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left open.

I never shall forget the day when he told me that in future he should trust me, and leave the door open. I thought I was quite a woman, and have thought so ever since. I recollect, that I often peeped out, and longed to run about the world, but I went two or three



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