your house in my own clothes to save you from the flames. All was quiet, and your note has relieved me from a world of trouble. Is it possible? am I then the favoured one? O heavens! how my star brightens! Never fear, sweetest, dearest object of my heart! I will contrive to see you; all the powers on earth shall not keep me from your sight; and till I see you, look at all that I can offer, from your faithful CHARLES." He gave the servant something to purchase a new gown, and begged she would give Miss Caroline this packet; it was a very finely painted portrait of Charles; it had received from the artist's hand all the animation that could be given it; and Caroline kissed, and looked, and kissed again the picture, and looked and gazed, till she forgot whether that on which she gazed were Charles or not; then, forgetful of every thing on earth but her love, she broke out "No, no; I'll never have another; my heart is entwined in yours; there's no name but Charles that has music in its sound; you won't be faithless, no, you will not; you'll repay my love; I'll live and die for you; papa shall not, he will not make me swerve; O my Charles! oh! oh my poor dear little heart! O!" "Bless me, Miss, what makes you talk that way to his picture ?" "O Foote ! if you had my feelings, you would be quite distracted; indeed I'm beside myself, but I cannot help it; we are not always mistress of our feelings; no, Harriet, no! they must be cold-blooded indeed who can think of any man as I think of my Charles, and not forget themselves at times; really I did not know whether I was speaking to himself, and I had not any recollection of your presence, Foote." Throwing her arms around Caroline, poor Foote "prayed heaven to bless her dear Miss, and hoped to see the day when Miss Caroline Springfield vould have all her vishes turned into realities, in their own house and their own chamber." Caroline blushed, and cried, "O fie! Harriet, you carry matters too far; don't talk so, pray don't." The physician waited on the lieutenant; and, after enquiring how he did, said," he came from Admiral Springfield, to know if Lieutenant Stuart was not shortly going off." Stuart was not purblind. "Doctor," said Charles, "you have been in your youth in the service; did you ever see a spy caught? Don't start, sir, I'll call my servant; we've got tow enough, I believe, in the house, and that chandelier is not lighter than you are; the hook which hangs it can surely bear your skeleton carcase; come, doctor, down to your devotions; all the nostrums on earth won't save you; no, no, spies meet with no mercy." And Charles looked serious. The admiral's influence to employ the doctor on this service, was not more powerful than Stuart's words to drive from Doctor Marshall's mind all thoughts of his errand. "But come, come, doctor; don't be afraid; I'm only in joke. You have a daughter; and you have been a young man. Now the admiral's a good, worthy, old gentleman, and the truth is, I was in his house this morning, yes! as the hairdresser! now, doctor, I have told you the whole; but by St. Paul, if you betray me, I'll take vengeance on you whenever I meet you, and your character I'll blacken to hell, if you mince one word of what I've told you. Upon your honour, Doctor Marshall, you'll not divulge this affair? I've been can, did with you, because you're both a scholar and a gentleman; and I do most solemnly pledge myself, that I will never do the admiral, or his beautiful daughter, what is wrong, except perhaps, I'll have her, whether the old gentleman will or not. But on your honour, you'll bury in oblivion all I've told you ?" "Why, Mr. Stuart, I'm upon my honour with the admiral, too." "Well, make your choice:"-a long pause, and a pinch of snuff; and resting his body on his right leg, whilst the left leg was some eleven inches before the other:-the doctor proceeded - "It's made." "You can keep my secret, and be |