a sponge. It was only to suppose that they were first, some how or other, floating in the air; then that they somehow or other got into the nose, and then into the brain; which we may as well suppose a piece of sponge, as not to complete the theory. Now, do you know that my dear papa, who stands there, thought he had got such a dear clever daughter, that he put down all this in his note book, and gave me a kiss for my ingenuity."

"Julia," said the Doctor smiling, "when will your nose turn purveyor to your brain, and supply it with a few rational ideas!*

The Doctor was never angry with his daughter; he loved her so well, that he could even bear her laughter at his theories.

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Lovely little theorist," thought Henry, as he returned home; "surely she will one day be my wife; and yet if man is born to trouble, certainly I was never born for such felicity.”

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Before Henry closed his eyes, he had nearly persuaded himself that Julia was not averse to him; he recollected her smile when she first saw him, the shake of her hand dwelt upon his memory. He then began to imagine his home,-his wife, his children, the conjugal kiss when returning after a short absence to his happy fire-side, his mother witnessing his felicity, and nursing her grand-children. The picture his fancy had drawn, forced a tear of rapture in his eye. To form the happiness of an amiable girl; and that girl Julia! He felt that events were in the hands of God, he breathed a prayer that he might be worthy of such a wife, and one day obtain and make her happy. "Yet if I lose thee, Julia,—if I do not deserve thee"-He turned hastily from such a gloomy anticipation." If the felicity of such a wife is to be mine, may I never forget the Father of all blessings,

thee, O God! whose minister I hope to be."

Henry would at this moment have appeared to many a romantic dreamer, whose weakness was deserving only of contempt. It might be weakness, yet whilst his soul was raised to the Deity, he fervently implored a blessing on the girl he loved. His eyes filled with tears. No one was there to ridicule his feelings.

CHAPTER XV.

But, oh! the scenes 'mid which they met and parted-❤.
The thoughts, the recollections sweet and bitter,---
Th' Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved---

Who shall restore them?

Less lovely are the fugitive clouds of eve,

And not more vanishing.

BERTRAM.

MRS. Delby soon discovered, that the affections of Henry Welburn were fixed upon her daughter. She saw, with some displeasure, that he went frequently to Mrs. Elwyn's, and that he was very well received there. She dared not expostulate with Mrs. Elwyn, but contented herself with a few oblique hints of what might

be the consequence if his visits were en-couraged. To these hints Mrs. Elwyn paid no attention:

Very much to Mrs. Delby's joy, the day came when Julia was to set out for Lon-don. That day came indeed, not so much to the satisfaction of Henry. He had not an opportunity to say much at parting; and had the opportunity been given him, he would have felt more eloquence in. silence." You will think of me sometimes, Julia," said he to her. " Do not forget me when you enjoy the gaieties of London."

She looked at him with a smile. -you think I shall ever forget you!"

"Do

There was a sort of emphasis laid on the word ever, and Julia blushed as if she had said too much. Henry could have knelt and thanked her; he felt all the assurance she meant to give; her parting look told him he might hope. He did hope, and saw her depart with something like a conviction that they would one day be united.