netta, hitherto, too proud to be vain, who had never felt a doubt of her beauty, or a care as to its effect-Jeannetta, like any other weak, fond women, steals to the glass-and discontented and displeased-disorders her glossy braids in trying to improve them, and accuses the hue of her pretty muslin dress and the cut of her lace collar, nay she has all but resolved on making a fresh toilette, when steps are heard and Jeannetta had scarcely time to conceal her vain employment and seat herself in dignified composure, book in hand, when Phoebe ushers in the Count de Montfaucon and the Baron de Saint Felix.

For the first time in her life Jeannetta felt awkward and shy, and blushed and hesitated, and was at a loss for words. The Count de Montfaucon, however, had that rare tact and diffusive good-breding, which knows so well how to be at ease itself, and to make others feel so too. He avoided looking at Jeannetta while her evident emotion lasted, and tried to

appear quite intent on ascertaining the extent of the sufferings of her friends, and on prescribing (with an air of engrossing interest in the subject) for the bruises, sprains, and scratches of the invalids. Not so the young Baron, whether by nature more curious and lively, or less polished by education, or, perhaps, from the greater novelty to him of English people, life and manners, we know not, but he examined Jeannetta in a manner which would have been embarrassing had she had a thought, or a care to bestow on any but one. He scrutinised all about him, as an Englishman might have done the bower of some Indian queen, or North American squaw. He frequently interrupted the Count to ask frivolous questions, to which he received either no answer at all or very unsatisfactory ones—and finally, perhaps, finding himself de trop, and not amused by a conversation in which he had so little share, he took out of his pocket several parcels carefully made up in embossed and scented paper of a delicate rose

colour, and abundantly sealed with pale blue wax and a baronial coronet.

"These," said the Count, in French," these are the fruits of our early expedition, and if I mistake not, all that your dear aunt most values, she will find here."

Early as we were," said the Baron, "and my anxiety was such, I scarcely closed my eyes. Some fishermen were there before us. Here are all the articles they owned to having found, there is little doubt that the money lost, fell also into their hands, but there is no possibility of proving it. We only got possession of these articles by large rewards. I was so indignant at their cupidity that I set on two stalwart brutes to search them, when a whistle brought a dozen more to the spot, and though I think I could have done something, the Count and Crevecœur would not let me engage against such odds!"

"It would indeed have been madness," said Jeannetta, particularly as you had already so

generously recovered all that my poor Aunt really values. Let me go and gladden her heart by the restoration of these relics; I am sure the money will never cost her a tear or a pang, I will return in a few minutes, and I doubt not laden with the thanks of all.

So saying Jeannetta hastily left the room, and though the graceful bow she made in doing so was to the Baron de Saint Felix, the timid glance, which followed it, was reflected in the enamoured eyes of the Count.

THE sight of all her treasures, of the recovery of which she had not indulged a hope, raised Miss Jenny from the depths of despair to the very summit of felicity.

"A little economy, lassie, will sune mak up for the ane, but naithing but a kind Providence could hae restored the ither. It was weel and nobly dune of the Baron and the Count to be