he ought, he'd discharge Master Hobbs this wery day. And if Hobbs is not put away, I'll go away-I won't, no I won't stay in the same house with him no, that I won't!-and Master Place shall mend his manners, or helse Harriet Foote vill find those that'll be glad to have her in their house, thank God! Admiral, you'll not refuse to give me a character?"

The admiral was going to speak

"O! papa," cried Caroline, "don't think any thing more about me; I'm quite well again: but-I'm very weak."

"Poor dear! come to your own room; I'll not leave you in this plight, Miss Caroline, no I won't; Harriet Foote has a Christian's heart."

"Yes! yes! my love, go to your room; I will part with every servant I've got, before Foote leave ye. Harriet, I say, I'm not to be frightened

nor threatened by your passion; but, Foote, you're the saviour of my child; go with her, do, there's a good woman; go with Miss Caroline: see, she's going; take her arm, Foote, pray do."

As soon as Miss Springfield and her maid were gone, the admiral gave the physician and apothecary a full and true account of the mysterious hairdresser. The physician enquired if the admiral had any suspicions of any. body coming in this disguise; and the admiral could hit upon nobody except the lieutenant. The porter, Place, was called, and swore to what he saw. Hobbs was called, but he could throw no light upon the subject; and it was determined, the servants being ordered to withdraw, that the physician should go and sift Lieutenant Stuart, whilst the apothecary was appointed to go to Curl, the barber's, and take old Bobbin John to pieces.

Harriet was not idle with Miss Caroline in the bed-room, but advised her to write the lieutenant not to come again as the hairdresser, as another visit in that character might be the ruin of both.

Caroline took her advice, and wrote Charles as follows.

"Dearest Charles,

It was Harriet that gave the alarm of fire; we are all safe. Papa is all in the fidgets. I am a little indisposed. I was greatly frightened by papa's questions at breakfast, and sobut be not alarmed-I fainted-but I am quite well again-indeed I am. Harriet thinks you cannot come again with safety as you came this morning. Contrive, I cannot contrive, to see me. I am distressed on your account. send Harriet with this note: she is a good girl; you can believe all she

I

says, and you may intrust her with any secrets. But what am I saying? This, Charles, this is the first note I ever wrote a gentleman, and none but yourself could force such a letter from the pen of

CAROLINE SPRINGFIELD.

August the 18th."

CHAPTER XIV.

It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd;
And therefore we must needs admit the means,

How things are perfected.

SHAKSPEARE.

HARRIET Soon got to his lodgings, and explained the whole before she even thought of the note; at last she gave it him he broke it open with all the impatience imaginable, and read it in an attitude, and with emotions which YOUNG might not blush to embody in his finest scene of tragedy. When Charles had finished the note, he bade Harriet sit down till he should write an answer; and he wrote

"My dearest Caroline,

Words cannot express my anxiety: I had not left you ten minutes, when I was again before