should send to the newspaper she had pointed out."

Foote immediately returned to Miss Springfield, whom this good news exceedingly delighted.

Charles accordingly next morning left his lodgings, and went to apartments at a milliner's in a fashionable street leading out of Covent-Garden Market. These apartments were procured him by Foote. The milliner was Caroline's milliner and dressmaker.

Mrs. Biddle knew it was not a clandestine scheme: "if young folks could not see each other at their friends' houses, 'twas unchristian and wanting kindness to frustrate their honourable intentions, when one could do it at so little expense and trouble."

Such was this good woman's logic on this knotty point, she maintained against her own conscience. It hap

pened, on a little more reflection, to misgive her that there was no harm in it; "she was not lending herself to assist in a dirty trick; the admiral's daughter was a girl of a high spirit, and it was impossible for Miss Caroline not to be the most innocent and virtuously disposed pretty angel that walked the earth. Foote would not, therefore, desire for this lieutenant, apartments at Mrs. Biddle's house, unless he were a very honourable gentleman indeed; and she could not conceive how Foote could apply for her lodgings for a gentleman of the navy, if that poor gentleman and Miss Caroline had not planned it so, that in another person's house, and not at home, they might see each other."

Such was the sum of Mrs. Biddle's reflections. Her conscience went to bed she had completely hushed it asleep; and if it should ever attempt

to awake, the same bottle and the same draught, and the same "lullaby, conscience, hush, lie still," would send it again and again to the prison house of the heavy-eyed Morpheus.

Both the advertisements appeared in the same paper, and as good luck would have it, on the same morning; the admiral read them both aloud to Caroline as they sat at breakfast.

"There was a coincidence here" he observed," which always followed his plans and success since he was a Mid."

Accordingly in his own name he wrote the initial advertising botanist: the letter was addressed to Doctor B. at Will's Coffee-house; Charles was there at the time it came in and received it. He wrote the admiral in reply, that Doctor Boston would wait upon him at two o'clock.

Dressed in a plain suit of quaker-cut, black, shabby clothes, with a huge

wig, and a low-crowned, broad-brimmed hat, which appeared on his head like a piece of a double, oblate, semispheroid, and about a quarter of a pound of good, fresh, sweet-smelling hair powder on his wig and coat-collar and shoulders, the lieutenant, a second time in disguise, ventured to enter the admiral's house.

The admiral had lost one eye in the service of his country: with the other eye he saw pretty distinctly when he used his glass; to have used it in examining the lineaments of the doctor's face, or the stitches in his coat, would have been indecorous; and Charles, to the great joy of Caroline, was employed as her tutor in botany.

It was physiological and systematical botany Doctor Boston lectured on, and he had in his early life been bred a practical botanist; and indeed this was no fib, Charles had actu

ally studied botany practically when at college.

The admiral promised himself great things from the proficiency his dear child should acquire, under the tuition. of so able and so sensible-looking a gentleman; and having unwittingly, introduced Charles to her as Doctor Boston, it was settled that the doctor should attend his pupil next day at ten in the morning.

Charles left the house in a state of mind that approached nearer the phantasm of fairy imagination, than that sentimental combination of original consciousness, energy, and action, which his prosperous star had hitherto indicated. It is true he had seen Miss Springfield at this professional visit; but the interview imposed upon both sensations and looks which partook more of the marvellous and of fear, than had been produced by any other