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the lady advanced up the long gallery, and the Earl broke out at the top of his voice, "Martin, call the footman. We will see. So this is the strumpet." The lady moved forward with the utmost composure, and interrupted him by saying, while she threw aside her veil, "My Lord, I wished to save you the trouble of coming down to me; and, as you are an old friend, I have taken the liberty of wait. ing on you in your retirement. But you have not seen me since I was a child, and, perhaps, you do not remember me. "Such was the lady's introduction of herself to the Earl of Marlow. splendid beauty and exquisite manners delighted the old man; and the intelligent and brilliant conversation from which he had debarred himself for several years, now visited him with tenfold grace from the lips of so accomplished a woman. She remained his guest, and she was the person Herbert had seen beside his father. Ere many months, she became the Countess of Marlow. The Earl daily declined in health, and was soon entirely confined to his chamber. The Countess was constantly by his side, and, as much as possible, excluded Arthur from attending his father. This continued long; and, at last, it was supposed that the Earl was near his end. Nothing was known of Lord Bellincourt, and he was commonly reported to be dead, and the dumb boy could be but little obstacle to any designs of the Count. But a rumour of his father's approaching decease reached Herbert in his retirement, and he revisited the park that surrounded his former home. He was wandering through the forest-paths, in hope of meeting some one from whom he might obtain more accurate information, when he perceived a stripling lying at the root of a large elm, which covered him with its shade. He recognized his brother, and approached him. The boy had loved him much; but he thought it unlikely that he would discover the young nobleman in the simple peasant. He asked Arthur if he could tell him what was the state of Lord Marlow's health. The youth started at his voice, and, having looked at him keenly, turned away his eyes. He proceeded to act the feeble step and tremulous gestures of age, and then laid down his head as if on the piliow, closed his eyes, and groaned. He next mimicked the appearance and air of command of the Countess, and indicated how despotically she ruled the household, and how carefully she had kept him away from his father. But, as he explained by similar signs, he had, on the previous night, deceived her vigilance, and reached the bed-side of the patient. He then reverted to his representation of the Earl, and exhibited rapidly the interview between them; the affection of the old man for himself, his dread of his wife, and his fear of her intentions with regard to his helpless child. After this, the boy gave another anxious and searching look at the face of Herbert, and drew from his bosom a small miniature of him which Lord

Bellincourt well remembered. With the aid of this, Arthur displayed his father's confession of penitence for his conduct towards his elder son, his earnest and almost desperate longing to see him once more before he should die, and his resolution to reinstate him, if possible, in his rights, and to secure them both from the machinations of the Countess, by giving into the hands of Herbert the papers, in the destruction of which consisted her only chance of success.

The elder brother took off the hat which concealed his brow, and pressed the dumb boy to his breast. He then, without waiting to change his dress, proceeded to the abode of his ancestors. The increasing danger of the Earl had thrown the house into confusion, and Lord Bellincourt, though in his peasant garb, made his way without difficulty by the assistance of his brother, to the antichamber of the room in which his father lay. Here the servants attempted to withstand him; but on telling them who he was, and his being recognized by an old female who had taken care of his childhood, they fell back, and he was close to the door when it was opened from within, and he was met by the Countess.

In the first moments of her surprise, she exclaimed, "Lord Bellincourt!" and at the same instant he uttered the name "Louisa Clifford."

"The Countess of Marlow, Sir," she answered, and would have opposed his advance; but the old man had heard the voice of his son, and she was startled by hearing the dying patient exclaim in loud and earnest tones, "My son, my son! Thank God you are returned at last!" Herbert rushed to his father, who wept and sobbed upon his neck; and, when he had given him the key of the strong-box that held the most valuable of the family papers, he blessed him and his brother, and, without naming the Countess, fell back and expired. Athenæum.

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STORY OF A MONEY MAKER. *

I was born of poor, but respectable parents. Before I knew any thing not to forget it again, my father died; he left my mother, and myself, his only child, an honest name, but not a farthing to bless our wits. An honest character is a good thing; during life one is respected for it, and after death one may chance to get a good epitaph, but honest poverty will neither feed, clothe, nor warm poor human nature. In a garret room, in a certain street in the city of G ***, dwelt my much loved widowed mother; poverty then troubled not me-I knew not the value of wealth. I had never rioted in luxury, and the homeliest fare was dainties to me, so that I got enough to satisfy the cravings of my appetite. I loved my mother dearly and sincerely; humble as was her station in life, I drew from her my being, and I looked up to her as the very acme of perfection. She was indeed a kind mother. She toiled early and late, “ca'in' pirns” for a weaver, a distant relation of the family, and out of the small pittance of two shillings and sixpence, the extent of her weekly earnings, she contrived to feed and clothe me comfortably. When I reached my eighth year, she managed to send me to school, where I learned the alphabet, and also to make certain hooks and hangers, which my over-fond mother dignified with the name of writing. After I had been nearly a year at school, I could read a chapter in the bible (my usual custom on Sunday evenings) without spelling more than three words out of five, and skipping only certain "kittle names," which were utterly beyond my comprehension. My mother now considered me a prodigy of learning, and consulting with her weaver relation, it was wisely determined, that I should be settled in the world, that is, I should fix upon my future occupation in life: the weaver very condescendingly offered to take me as an apprentice, and teach me the mysteries of "warp and waft”—this I instantly refused, to the no small astonishment of the weaver, who looked upon his calling as one of surpassing dignity. Various other mechanical occupations were proposed to me, all of which I indignantly refused to engage in :—at length the question was put to me bluntly-" What div' ye want to do, callan?" to which I proudly answered "I'll see to that mysel." This answer astonished both my mother and her weaver relation-but as I was a smart lad for my age, then somewhere about ten years old—their wonder soon ceased, for one morning going out apparelled in my Sunday claes, I per

*From Tales and Sketches, by a Cosmopolite. New York, 1830.' 12mo. This work is by Mr James Lawson, a gentleman originally belonging to Glasgow.

ambulated the busiest streets in the city, inquiring at every shop, "do you want a laddie?" I remember that day well: many answered me roughly, "no,"-some said they were sorry they could not employ me, having sufficient assistance already, while others, who were in need of help, wanted a boy of riper age and more strength than I possessed. It was nearly night; I had wandered all day--I was hopeless, tired, and hungry, yet I would not utterly despair. The sun had almost set, when I entered a linen draper's shop in street; I liked the looks of the man; there was something so kind and fatherly in his face. I told my story, artless, you may be assured it was, and on being questioned, I related the history of my peregrinations on that weary day. In a word, the gentleman hired me to sweep the shop and run errands, at the rate of eighteen pence a week, with a promise that, if I gave satisfaction, my wages would in a few months be advanced to two shillings. I was now as happy as a king; my little heart bounded so much, that my bosom seemed scarcely large enough to contain it; I thought myself a man! This was my first step in life. I asked permission to return to my mother; it was granted, and home I hurried. I wish I could now feel the exquisite delight that I experienced then! I found my worthy mother in tears; she thought I had lost my way, or that some dreadful accident had befallen me. In hopes of finding her missing callan, she had searched for me, all over town, in vain, and her weaver relation had been despatched on the same errand, but had not yet returned.

I told my adventures; my kind good hearted mother was as happy as a queen, and caressed me with unspeakable affection. In a very short time, a cog of "parritch" was placed before me, and while I was eagerly devouring my supper, in came the weaver, who, on hearing of my success, predicted that I would be a merchant and a rich man. The prophecy, "merchant and rich man," rung in my ears; I knew not the meaning of the words, and, timid child as I was, I dared not ask an interpretation-but the prophecy haunted me through life like a shadow-I think I hear it still. That night I dreamed of my adventures, and many pleasing visions floated athwart my sleeping mind. By day-break in the morning I was in the linen draper's shop: there I attended faithfully. To serve and please my employer was my only thought. I remember when Saturday night came, and I went home to my mother with my first earnings I gave her every fraction, and told her it was her's. She wept for joy. For years I continued in that linen draper's shop. I must have given satisfaction, for my wages were soon increased to two shillings. When I reached my fifteenth year, my employer was so well pleased with my industry and attention, that he made a bar

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