rapidly into the position of a mere underling, and she summoned her powers of resistance accordingly. The necessity for their exertion was superseded by a very unexpected event; the heir-apparent of this family found Letitia quite worthy of sustaining its honours, and most resolutely offered them to her acceptance. Tears -menaces-insults-abuse-most vulgar abuse-were terminated by her calm, but decisive rejection of the young man. Now that power of refusal gratified the pride of Letitia! It seemed to discharge at once the load of unmerited contumely, under which, even her noble heart had quailed. It was not the sacrifice of attachment to pride: I believe the very name this unhappy youth bore, would, in itself, have been an antidote to love; Letitia would as soon have associated the idea of sweetness with verjuice, as of affection with a Vincent. The rejection was repeated;—the Vincents were enraged beyond all decency:-the culprit withdrew. If you are interested enough to be curious after the fate of Letitia,—she married subsequently a man worthy of her, who had known and valued her in her prosperous days, and loved her for the trials she had passed, and whom she loved that he did pity them. "This is but one instance of the miseries of the depen.. dent. I could give you fifty. Would this be judicious? If you are wise, you will prepare yourself for the encounter, without inspecting them too closely. The life of a governess cannot, in its nature, be one of pleasure ;— it is susceptible of alleviation—the burden may be lightened, but it cannot be removed. Happily, there is the power of changing; and that unquenchable spirit of human hope, which looks always for better things. Every body has evils to endure, and injuries to sustain, and indignities to oppose. Fortitude is a necessary virtue in all ;-in a governess, as indispensible as talent, temper, patience, principle, politeness, meekness, modesty-shall I go on?" No! SONNET. BY JOHN CLARE. Now summer cometh, I with staff in hand, To hear the nightingale a lover's lay Chaunt by his mate, who builds her careless nest Feeling with them, I too am truly blest, By making sabbaths of each common day! BEAUTIFUL stream, deem not thy child ingrate That she can say 'Farewell' without a tear, I feel thy breast too cold, and long to rest To the red glow of life? Wilt thou forget Hark, whence this noise ? It is the River rising in his wrath, Mine old rough uncle, he comes here to chide, I will endure his anger-'tis the last I shall encounter of his harsh reproach; He comes. Enter KUHLEbern. KUHLEBERN. Ah, recreant! art thou not afraid My waters should o'erwhelm thy little throne, A thing of the gross earth? Star of the Sea ! Thy resting place, but grave;-its thick, fat air UNDINE. Nay, gentle uncle, For that would not be sooth. I love, indeed; And him I love, will wed. KUHLEBERN. But say he is not A compound of vile clay-one of those things That their own wretched brethren of the dust UNDINE. It is a son Of this fair earth I love. KUHLEBERN. No, no, I tell thee, Thou can'st do nought so monstrous; thy bright eye Hath rested on some spirit, some airy thing, |