of the circumstances relating to Francisca, and to get the warrant against her discharged immediately. The magistrates behaved as I expected— were insolent to me, and made brutal jokes about her. To be sure there was no other obvious reason for my giving myself up, than that which I assigned; but rather than believe my motive was not a bad one, they presumed I had none at all, and went upon that supposition for more than twenty minutes. I persevered in my story, and, after two or three of them had nearly broken blood-vessels with indignation for my contempt of the Bench, it occurred to the remaining one that I might possibly have spoken truth. At last they sent a person to require Mr. Hartenfield's attendance, and I was permitted to stay in the office till his return. During that time Henry's friend, Marryatt, who was in the office on other business, came forward, and in the handsomest manner offered bail for me, and engaged in five minutes to procure another friend, who would do the same. It was refused, as I expected, indeed I was more than satisfied, when I understood that there would be no further proceedings against Francisca: but his kindness did not stop with his offer of bail,-he went to the Home Office, saw the under-secretary, with whom he was acquainted, and obtained an order, to which I am indebted for my comfortable accommodation. He has been sitting with me for the last hour, and to him I believe I am indebted, as the last and greatest of his favours, for your admission. I knew, my dear Honoria, that you think you have reason to be angry with him-he told me so; but the opinion which he avowed in your presence, however untrue, had more colour of reason for it than you suppose, and I think he has given proof of a real disinterestedness." "His conduct to you was very kind indeed," said Honoria. "So uncalled for!" said Eustace. "Perhaps, Honoria, you and I are apt to think slightingly of those mere gentlemanly, kind-hearted men, and to look for something more; and so I think we should. But we may go too far in our admiration of talent and depth of character, both in men and women. At any rate, as he has been kind to me, I am sure my sister will not retain any ill feeling towards him." "If you wish it," said Honoria. "I do, indeed; he seems hurt at your language; and if you should happen to meet again, I wish you would make it evident to him for my sake, that the last good service has obliterated the former offence." Honoria embraced her brother, and withdrew. Eustace had rebuked his sister for her impru dence in visiting him, as severely as he could; but in spite of his admonition, and of her cousin's opposition, she resolved, if possible, to see Francisca before she returned home. She proceeded to the house of the priest, with whom Eustace had left her. She had gone nearly three weeks before, and the clergyman's sister said that she had forgotten (they half-suspected intentionally) to leave her address. The lady seemed to take a real interest in Francisca; but she had been disturbed by the newspaper reports respecting her late conduct. The pleasure which Honoria found in vindicating her friend was some compensation for the sorrow of not meeting her. But her dejection and illness returned when she reached home; and the next morning she was sentenced by her physicians to nearly as strict an imprisonment as that to which the law had sentenced her brother. CHAPTER XIII. Heaven made us agents free to good or ill, "I HAVE thought much of our late conversation," said Eustace to his German friend, when they again met, "and the more I compare your assertions with my feelings, the more I am compelled to dissent from them. You may have driven me from the ground of my political experience, but it is only into a region of far greater irritation, disquietude, and hopelessness. Many men have endeavoured to repel the harassing conviction of inability, which haunted them whenever they speculated upon the range of human power, by making a practical experiment of their own in some narrow sphere, and they have sometimes succeeded in cheating themselves into a kind of belief of their free agency, or, at any rate, in quieting any uneasy doubts upon the subject. I can understand this. I can understand a philosopher who has thought of his own mind till he is certain that it acts under an irresistible compulsion, finding relief in the discovery that he can dig in his garden, or jump over a gate-just as many persons who feel the effect of sympathy disagreeable, easily persuade themselves that slavery does not mean much after all, because they have seen some negroes in the Colonies looking tolerably comfortable. But I never heard of a person flying for comfort from the concrete to the abstract-of a man who, being haunted with the vision of a bleeding slave, betook himself to meditation upon the blessings of slavery,-who, having felt powerfully the bondage of his will in a particular instance, found pleasure in grazing himself against the chain of necessity which binds the universe. Yet this is your mode of treating my case; you do this when you lead me from a practical disquisition about political institutions into a metaphysical disquisition upon the will." "Heaven forefend," said Kreutzner, “that İ should lead any one into a metaphysical disquisition upon the will! If it had not given occasion to treatises manifold in your language and mine, and |