would admit of; but at length, when he touched upon the fate of the infidel, her tears were forcibly arrested. Horror chilled her blood; her heart was agonized; and raising her head, she cast a look of anguish upon Mrs. Goodwin; who, well comprehending all that passed in the bosom of her young friend, at that moment snatched her to her breast, and hurried her from the

pew. Mrs. Goodwin's movement had been as quick as lightning; but not more rapid than Fitzroy, who was at the pew-door ready to receive them, and with trembling anxiety drew Julia's hand through his own arm. Mrs. Goodwin had motioned for Mrs. Hargrave and the rest of the party to remain in church; but Biddy O'Connor rushed instantly, like one frantic, from amid the rector's servants, and hastened after our heroine.

They led Julia into the churchyard, where she sat upon a tombstone, her head resting upon Mrs. Goodwin's shoulder; and her repressed tears began almost instantly to flow, and in a moment put a period to every apprehension of her fainting.

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Why, then, now more grief to doctor Hargrave!" exclaimed Biddy O'Connor,

quite enraged at the state he had so unnecessarily thrown her darling Miss De Clifford into. "And if it is not he that ought to be ashamed of himself to set you a-crying so, my darlingt; and all for nothing at all at all. You did not want him to be telling you the way to heaven, jewel; for you were born with a finger-post to it in your heart. Och! then, bad luck to such plaver! myself says: and sure that's a queer way to make people listen to him, by sending them out of church!—And much good it's for us, doctor Sydenham making us pray from the very bottom of our hearts, when t'other comes after with his rigmarowl, like a play-actor, to divert people, by making them cry fit to break their hearts. And who's the better, myself would be mighty glad to know, for this hulabaloo of his making?—not those he has kilt, I am after thinking."

Biddy's oration had one good effect-. it gave Julia time for exertion, which she eagerly availed herself of; while struggling to subdue some of the most painful feelings that could assail her heart, she smiled through her tears; and with touching sadness, yet winning sweetness, returned her

thanks to those who had so kindly come to her assistance, entreating all but Mrs. Goodwin to leave her, and re-enter church.

"Why do you send me from you?" said Fitzroy, with a look of tender solicitude, but in a tone of mournful reproach.

"Because," answered Julia," it has been fate for mine, to give you ever trouble great deal much-to lay your good kindness and compassion under the painful contribution. And can I you wish to stay for me, when so well your humanity I know, I have sure thought it would only be to make great sadness for you?"

"Oh!" said Fitzroy, "if you regard my feelings, let me accompany you; for if you send me from you, I shall be miserableun-uncomfortable-unhinged, I rather mean:" and he now seemed so much confused, he appeared not to know what he did. He took her trembling hand, as if he meant to draw it through his arm; then hastily let it drop; and in silent, melancholy thoughtfulness, walked by her side to the rectory.

Mrs. Goodwin and Miss De Clifford entered the house; Fitzroy followed them,

still in silence; and Julia seemed as if she purposed retreating to her own room.

"No, my dear young friend!" said Mrs. Goodwin, leading her to the drawing-room"no-I arrest you, in the name of common sense. Why seek to give way to painful retrospections to feelings, which, the more indulged, the more torturing they become? No, your tears can avail nothing; your rending a spotless heart can effect no remedy for what is now past cure-no, I shall be your attendant spirit for this day; I shall prosecute you with well-meant assiduity-amuse you if I can; if I cannot, I will content myself with stupifying you with my dulness; and at least, by deadening your feelings, lessen your affliction."

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Always you are so kind for me!" said Julia, in a tone so plaintive, it awakened Fitzroy from his long apparent reverie.

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Oh! who could be otherwise than kind to you?" he exclaimed. His manner affected Julia; tears started to her eyes, and seemed ready again to stream down her cheeks; she felt embarrassed; and to divert the attention of all, and break the (to her at least) distressing pause, she hastily exclaimed-"They do come all from church!”

Fitzroy looked mournfully at her, sighed deeply, took a few turns up and down the room, and at length, reseating himself, spoke gravely to her." They are returning from church, Miss De Clifford; and I must, to fulfil some necessary etiquette, accompany lord Gaythorn in ranging about the county this morning; and possibly I may see you no more to-day. To-morrow I must sacrifice to ceremonies-a mere automaton, to do what I ought, not what I wish. On Tuesday you return to town, accompanied I find by doctor Sydenham, who possibly may coincide with Mr. Goodwin, in thinking my visits to you improper, and join with him in prohibiting that permission you kindly gave me for calling on you in town."

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My husband, sir," said Mrs. Goodwin, with pride and animation mingled, “will not presume to interfere, or interdict the honourable visits of any man to Miss De. Clifford."

"Honourable!" reiterated Fitzroy. "Did Mr. Goodwin then doubt my honour?”

Mrs. Goodwin was silent for a moment; at length she said-" You proposed your