from that, I waxed in majesty ; and he made no attempt to justify himself only, at the end, had the audacity to ask if I could men

tion any means by which he might regain my favour ?"

"Yes,' my cousin. Whereat he caught; and begged me, whatever it was, to mention it directly. So I told him he could regain my favour, by regaining, if that were possible-which, judging from my own feelings, I should fear not-the favour of Miss Ward!"

"This was the climax. Oh, Gabrielle! How I did wish that you could have seen the stately manner in which I sailed past him, and back to the saloon!"

Mr. Trevor left Farnley, the next day; and a year later, Gabrielle read the follow

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ing notice in the supplement sheet of the Times:

"On the th instant, at St. George's, Hanover Square, by the Honourable and Reverend John Ward, cousin of the bride, assisted by the Reverend Henry Trevor, brother of the bridegroom, George Trevor, Esq., barrister-at-law, to Lucy, eldest daughter of Maurice Ward, Esq."

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CHAPTER VI.

Be strong to hope, oh Heart!
Though day is bright,

The stars can only shine

In the dark night.

Be strong, oh Heart of mine,
Look towards the light!

Be strong to bear, oh Heart!
Nothing is vain :

Strive not, for life is care,

And God sends pain;

Heaven is above, and there

Rest will remain !

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER.

G

ABRIELLE had long ago promised to

spend, in the course of the autumn, a fortnight with the Barbers, at Eversfield. Mrs. Barber now wrote to urge this promise, and to beg that she would come to

them at once, naming a day: which happened to be the day following that fixed by Charlie Godfrey for the termination of his visit to Farnley. Olivia observed to Lady Peers that the invitation had come in the very nick of time. The change was so exactly what the dear child required, and would especially require just then! which Lady Peers, who had all her life been an echo of Olivia, agreed. So it was settled that Gabrielle should go; and she wrote to announce her train: hardly knowing whether she were glad or sorry.

To

"And this is really your last evening, Charlie! How sorry I am to think that you are going away!"

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"Yes, I am sorry too. But I shall be coming to Meddiscombe, in a few weeks, to read with Hawkins, and to get a little acquainted with the people, before my ordination. And then I shall, at least, be within

reach of you.

That will be something."

"Yes, indeed it will. I wish the few

weeks were gone. And I wish you could come with me to Eversfield. Think of me,

at this time, the day after to-morrow, Charlie. Let me see it is nine o'clock; tea will be over. I shall be sitting in the chair of state, leaning my head against the crochet anti

be asleep, I hope: not lying awake, to worry yourself with morbid fancies."

"Am I morbid, Charlie?"

She spoke earnestly, as though she really wished to be informed upon the subject. And when Charlie answered, with a smile, that he thought she was,-a little: she begged him to tell her how to keep the morbidness from growing.