to which we have sacrificed our own self-respect and another's peace become loathsome. And Augusta often wished herself in such a cot as Mrs. Evelyn's, with a light heart, untortured by self-reproach, and Julian, no matter how poor, by her side, with looks of love, and blessing her from the depths of a grateful heart, for all she had dared, all she had sacrificed!.. Alas! alas!......

When seeking pleasure, or rather chasing the fiend, Ennui, in her elegant and most modish equipage, she suddenly found herself almost driving, in her base and insulting pomp, over him, whom she had so wronged, so vilely sold, with his warm heart and noble impulses, for the fineries that surrounded her- sold, when he came in his deep distress to ask her to be the accompanying and atoning Eve of the exile of Eden, came without one doubt of her proud and glad devotion- when she saw him, pale, wan, care-worn, but how sublime, how beautiful, in his manly endurance,

his noble fortitude! how awful in the withering scorn, which had replaced the once passionate love of those unforgotten eyes—then, then, she felt the desolation she had brought upon her own heart; then would she gladly have been a beggar by his side, rather than the owner of all that disgraceful wealth; then did her cheek grow white, and her heart sick; and then could she have seen him, have induced him to tarry, or to grant her a moment's audience, she could almost have knelt in the mire before him, to ask him to forgive!

Luckily for her, he would not hear, he would not heed her; her efforts to convey to him her proffers of service, and her expressions of contrite sympathy, were vain; and, after a while, she gave up the attempt and rushed into dissipation, to banish thought. She dressed, and flirted, and rouged her nowfaded cheeks; and squandered her husband's money; and neglected and quarrelled with

him; and was outwardly as gay as she was inwardly desolate.

Alas, for good matches, and good match

makers!

But Mrs. Lindsay knew nothing of this. She saw Lady Riskwell's name in the papers, included in all fashionable" arrangements," "arrivals," and " departures." The beautiful Lady Riskwell figured in the "Court Journal;" her jewels, her carriages, were the theme of universal praise. But no one praised the husband; he was quite, as it were, and as Mrs. Lindsay said to herself, "taken into the bargain." But what did that matter? He grudged Augusta nothing, indulged her to excess; bore with her sulky, her passionate, or her peevish fits; and was a husband, (as Mrs. Lindsay said,) whom any woman might be proud of, particularly riding by her in his own coach, or sitting by her in his own crimson-lined pew.

VOL. III.

M

"Ah! Augusta-Augusta had more sense, she added, " in her little finger than Ellen in her whole body. Augusta would be a countess, perhaps, when Ellen was a beggar and an old maid-and serve her right!"

CHAPTER LXVIII.

Crush'd was Napoleon by the Northern Thor,
Who knock'd his army down with icy hammer;
Stopp'd by the elements, like a whaler, or

A blundering novice in his German grammar.

So let us welcome cheerful evening in!

BEPPO.

CowPER.

The evening had closed in; a bright wood fire blazed and crackled in the little boudoir in which the Lindsays took tea. Ellen dispensed the fragrant beverage," which cheers, but not inebriates."

Mr. Grunter, his large head still bound in flannels, sate in a high, black, armed readingchair, to which a little table and lamp were