Depend upon it nobody else will ever do

a service, as to refuse to marry you. never make another offer.'

'I never will, that I swear, by'— 'Don't swear by any thing

So beware!

If a man talk of love with caution, trust him,
But if he swear, he'll certainly deceive you.'

'Deceive you!" he exclaimed.

'Deceive me you can't; but you deceive yourself.' 'Swear not at all;' or if you will swear;-swear to forswear swearing and making love.'

He again urged his devoted unalterable passion; -again supplicated me to say I would marry him. "Well I will,'-I exclaimed, at last, wearied of the subject, when you are thirty-that is, if we happen to meet one another then-and neither of us are married-and both of us wish it.'

At that moment, to my inexpressible relief, the maid brought in tea, and with tea came Lady Hunlocke, so that the conversation could not be resumed.

CHAPTER XXII.

DEPARTURE.

Parting is worse than death-'tís death of love.

I ha'e a wish I canna tine,

'Mong a' the cares that grieve me,

I wish that thou wert ever mine,
And never mair to leave me.

Song.

LETTER XXIII.

FROM S. D BREADALBANE, ESQ. TO THE HON. HORACE LINDSAY.

Grindelwald, Sept. 28.

SHE is gone, Lindsay-she is gone! Stole away this morning with the lark, while I, like an insensible dog, was lying wrapped in dreams of her lovely self. She is gone-and I am left here alone, the most miserable-no, I am one of the

most happy of men; for I shall see her again, and see her I hope, never to be separated more.

I sent you a few days ago, an epistle, containing a few plain truths and simple facts respecting the cause of her stay here with Lady Hunlocke, by which means she has been the preserver of my life. I also sent you another old epistle, originally addressed to Tollmarsh, but composed of such egregrious folly and nonsense, that I thought it too bad-even for him, though exactly calculated for you;-the cause of which peculiarly flattering compliment is, that I conceive its contents better calculated to remove any misconstruction that my thoughtless rattle might have created in your mind, respecting the character and conduct of the adorable Carline; and to prove more effectually the perfect modesty, purity, and punctilious propriety of her manners, than any thing I could now say. Lady Hunlocke's letter indeed, would alone be proof sufficient-but mine to Tollemache, is proof incontrovertible of the scrupulous correctness of her whole conduct:For, Lindsay, she is as chaste as the ice of her native mountains, and as pure as their spotless snow; though she is neither like ice nor snow in any other respect; being endowed with feelings

aye, and passions too-as exquisitely warm and tender, as ever thrilled in woman's bosom, or made man happy. But I send this epistle after the other, and I hope you will receive them both together, to tell you that I have unwittingly misled you almost as much with respect to Carline's real situation, as to her character. I understood she was actually fille de chambre to Lady Hunlocke. But she is not Lady Hunlocke's maid— nor any lady's maid-though that she is a maid, I'll stake my life. How could I ever believe she was a lady's maid! But the little gipsy herself led me into the error-why-the Lord only knows! Lady Hunlocke now says that she is a protegée of hers-but is quite a companion-sits with her, lives with her, visits with her, associates with all her friends and is the life and soul of society and conversation. Her manners, talents, and accomplishments, fit her for any sphere. She has no Swiss connections at all alive-so that you perceive, my good friend, all your sapient objections to my union with her are removed, and I may marry her. And I will. But I wish you would write me your advice on this head as soon as possible.

As soon as she and Lady Hunlocke have made their tour of Lucerne, &c. she is going with her

Ladyship to stay with a Colonel and Mrs. Somebody (I have their names down), at Lausanne —and there I shall go too; and there, Lindsay, I shall marry her!-In ten days I shall be of age, and nobody-nothing can prevent my doing as I please. As to asking my uncle's consent, it is nonsense. He would as soon consent to my marrying a bear, as a foreigner. No! I will take her with me-present her to him as my wife-he will suppose her to be an Englishwoman, (nobody would suppose she was not), and she will win his heart-a little witch !-I know she will, in no time; and before he hears who she is, he will be as delighted with her as I am. It is utterly impossible for any human being to know her and not to love her. Even you would love her, Lindsay, yourself, I know you would.

How little did you know her, when you thought she wanted to take me in to marry her! I must acknowledge to you, (to my shame be it spoken, for having so little firmness and resolution) that even on the very day after the assurance I had given you that I would leave her, and form no permanent entanglement with her-I was so completely overcome with her tears and distress, which I fancied to be caused by having overheard me say