her distinguishing characteristic; but there was an omission, of which she was perhaps herself unconscious, although it would have helped to explain her opportune appearance in the extremity of his danger. Her aver ment might be true, that she would have rushed to the assistance of a stranger with equal alacrity, had she heard his cries: but for a stranger she would not have been hovering about the house in which she imagined him to dwell; she would not have haunted the gallery early and late that conducted to it; she would not have been in a perpetual agitation and alarm, from the first moment that she had observed his abode to be marked by a red cross, although she had no actual certainty that the object of her solicitude was a prisoner within it. Such had been the life of Constantia: the restlessness and anxiety of her heart had continually suggested some new pretext for visiting the gallery : fifty times a day had she listened for some sound, or peered through the windows of the circular room ́ to discover some object; and her presence, at the identical moment when it was required, was solely attributable to this vigilance of affection. Her life she might have risked to succour any other person, if suddenly called upon to expose it; but her hopes and fears,-her head, her heart, and her time, could not have been thus exclusively engrossed by any one but Jocelyn.

To him it was evident, from what he had heard, that she was aware of his being her neighbour; and when he combined her generous defiance of danger and of calumny, the devotedness with which she had pressed his infected hand, and her enthusiastic prayers for his

to return.

recovery, with the provident and unremitting attention = that anticipated every want, as she anxiously watched over him in his convalescence, he felt himself driven to the painful conclusion, that she could never have thus dedicated herfelf to his preservation, unless she had been actuated by a passion which he felt it impossible His gratitude was unbounded; he would gladly have sacrificed in her service the life that she had saved; but his affections it was no longer in his power to bestow, for he felt, when returning to life, as he had done when he imagined himself to be dying, that, however hopeless might be the attachment, his whole undivided heart was with Julia Strickland, in the melancholy castle of Haelbeck.

Deeply impressed with this conviction, and anxious to undeceive Constantia as soon as possible, if she imagined his affections to be disengaged, he determined to impart to her the state of his feelings with reference to her friend Julia, and inquire whether she could enable him to follow up the dictates of his heart, by throwing any light upon the dark cloud that hung over the fate of Mr Strickland. Love and curiosity, both of which were sufficiently ardent in his bosom, might thus be gratified at once; and if his communication produced no other result, it would at least show to Constantia, that he had nothing but the most fervent gratitude to offer her in return for her inappreciable services.

In their next interview, he accordingly declared to her, though not without considerable embarrassment, that as she might perhaps take an interest in the happiness of the man whose life she had preserved, he trust

ed she would not refuse to give him any information it might be in her power to bestow, relative to the history of Julia Strickland, or to the causes which had occasioned her father to be thus excommunicated by all mankind. He proceeded to state the indelible impres sion which Julia's numerous attractions had made upon his heart; concluding with the avowal, that he should have implored her to unite her fate with his, had he not been deterred by the universal anathema that seemed to have been pronounced against her unfortunate parent.

During the delivery of his speech, Constantia had been sitting with her hands loosely held together in her lap, and her eyes fixed upon them, while a burning blush diffused itself over her face and neck. After its conclusion, she remained in the same attitude for a few seconds, until apparently roused from her reverie by the silence, she lifted up her head, shook aside the curls that had fallen over her large and lustrous eyes, and exclaimed, while her countenance was lighted up with an unusual animation.- —« I knew it—I foresaw it-I predicted it. Beauty, and innocence, and talent, such as Julia's, were not to be encountered with impunity, especially when united with that vivacity which men love more than all the rest. And have you, unfortunate that you are, have you thrown away this pearl above all price, from a vague and cowardly apprehension of that vacillating scare-crow-the world?"

"If I could have felt confident that my

Jocelyn.

friends"-said

« Friends!» interrupted Constantia—« where are the friends to be put in competition with a wife, and, above

all, such a wife as Julia? Envy, selfishness, inconstancy, are perpetually laying siege to every other attachment, and in a wife alone is there a security for unalterable friendship, because in her alone is there an absolute identity of interest. In her alone will it remain unalloyed by prosperity, and undiminished by reverses. Friends! Mr Strickland was for a long time the idol of his countrymen; he had youth, beauty, health, fortune, power, popularity: all, all have vanished; the whole world has turned against him: of all his numerous blessings, one only has remained to him--the affection of his wife: an affection not only unsubdued, but exalted, refined, sublimised by the fire of persecution, through which her husband has been compelled to pass. Is it possible that you can have remained so long in the castle of Haelbeck, and have not appreciated the value of a virtuous woman's love?»

<< I have reason to believe," said Jocelyn, « that Miss Strickland could not have been induced to quit that dreary abode."

« But you might have remained to share it with her," replied Constantia; «< and by what she has endured for her father, you might have judged what she would dare and do for a husband.»

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to my

«Love!» interposed Constantia. « Beware, Sir, of desecration. Bestow not that sacred name upon a pusillanimous and transient admiration, which crouches down and shrinks into nothing, if a finger or voice be lifted up against it. We are compounded of heavenly

and of earthly elements, from whose mysterious union spring the two master-passions that ennoble our nature -religion and love. Devotion to one object above, devotedness to one object below; these are all-sufficient for the soul and for the heart; they lift us out of ourselves; they exalt us above this fleshly scene; they form for us a world within ourselves, shutting out the external world, and rendering us, for the time, independent of fate and fortune. They establish in our bosom an empire of our own, where the heart sits enthroned in the calm majesty of its own virtuous happiness. Oh, if you had truly loved Julia, the innocent Julia, who is thus sacrificing her youth to a sense of filial piety, with what an indignant scorn would you have spurned at society with all its conventional injustice! With what a proud fervour would you have proclaimed yourself her champion, and deemed the desolate Haelbeck, so long as you could share it with her, a very paradise upon earth! Reciprocal love must indeed sublimise the soul, almost to an antepast of the celestial beatitudes, when the heart can find it sweet to make sacrifices and encounter perils for the object of its secret attachment, even where it feels the passion to be unrequited, nay, even where it knows the affections of that object to be devoted to another.">

Constantia had spoken with enthusiasm, for she had been giving utterance to her own deep feelings; she had pressed her hand upon her heart, for she had been converting its pulsations into language; she had been gazing intently upon Jocelyn, for she had been speaking of unrequited love; and all this she had done uncon