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Evaline was thunderstruck. She bad no idea of matters being brought to such a crisis. While she could not repress a sensation of conscious shame, she at the same time knew not how to act, as it would be so humiliating to make the matter known to any of her fashionable acquaintances. She now thought of Agnes, who, since her marriage, had been by her forgotten and neglected. She in. stantly set out to call upon her early friend, and found her busily engaged in the management of her family, with a lovely child in her arms, and another at her knee, Agnes received her with unaffected kindness; and after repeated efforts, learned from her the object of her visit, and was permitted to read the letter. This being done, she remained silent until her friend, having urged her to speak freely, begged her counsel and advice. My dear Eva, line," said Agnes, hesitatingly, then, I must say I think you are to be blamed, very much to be blamed. Well ihen,' replied Evaljne in faltering accents, allowing that to be the case, what would you advise me to do?' 'Just,' answered Agnes, the only thing you can do to re-establish yourself ió the regard of your husband, and in the esteem of the world, and to secure your own happiness and honour;—you ought to receive your husband on bis return, with every mark of penitence and submission. You ought to make a thousand concessions, though he do not require them. But you must first resolve firmly within yourself, that your future life shall be devoted to make atonement to bim for the errors of the past.'— But do you think,'replied Evaline, with tears streaming from her eyes,' that he can receive me with forgiveness, or love me as formerly?" "Yes,' said Agnes, . i think he will. His affection seems to be still within your reach; hut one step farther might put it for ever out of your power, Do but read that letter dispassionately, and see what an affectionate husband you have rendered unhappy.
Evaline was silent, and appeared much humbled. She took an affectionate leave of Agnes, and returned home, secluding herself to ponder over the past, and to prepare her mind for future conduct. Upon a serious retrospect, she felt extremely dissatisfied. The longer she considered her own imprudences, an increasing respect for her husband gradually arose in her mind, and she now anxiously longed for an opportunity of making those concessions to which she at first felt so much reluctance. Her husband returned, and before the repentant Evaline
had completed an acknowledgement of her errors, she was inclosed in an embrace of forgiveness and love. She has now become as remarkable for conjugal affection, maternal solicitude, and every social virtue, as she had formerly been for levity and extravagance. "Agnes is her confidaute and counsellor. She is a tender mother, and a dutiful wife. Her husband is known in the gates, her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also; and he praiseth her.'— And in the words of the elegant Thomson
They flourish now in mutual bliss, and rear
So dearly wreathed with mine alone;
At once must sever both, or none.
Have often gazed with fond delight-
And dreams restore it thro' the night.
Such thrills of rapture in my breast;
Unless that voice could join the rest.
Affection's tale upon the cheek-
Proclaim more love than words can speak.
And none had ever prest before;
It vow'd to make me sweetly blest,
And mine-mine only prest it more!
Hath pillow'd oft this aching head;
An eye-whose tears with mine are shed.
su union so closely sweet;
They both must beave-or cease to beat.
In gentle streams so calmly run-
HOLLAND. I DID not observe any one smoking in church, but in the streets and high-ways, all the men, and a few of the women, have their pipes constantly in i heir mouths. I have seen a boy, about ten or twelve years of age, with a long black coat, silk breeches, his hands in the pockets of the same, silver shue buckles, a tobacco-pipe in his mouth, and the whole crowned by a huge three-cornered cocked hat, under which the youth moved with a gravity of demeanor becoming his great-graırdfather.
I believe the general appearance of Holland is pretty similar throughout. What I have seen has a cheerful and pleasant aspect, though, from want of hills and valleys, it would probably soon become uninteresting. The whole country seems composed of meadows, intersected by canals, and subdivided by ditches and rows of trees. The rivers are slow and heavy in their motions, and partake much of the nature of the canals and ditches. The water is bad! but as good claret can be got for two shillings, and there is abundance of excellent milk, this loss is not perceptible. Notwithstanding the abundance of milk, they rarely gather any cream, at least not for daily use; it seems to be collected chiefly with a view to the formation of super-excellent cheese. 'I was much delighted by the picturesque group of the peasant girls, who assemble to milk the cattle in particular quarters of the meadows, called milking-places, or milk plaats. Such scenes forci. bly reminded me of the inimitable productions of Paul Potter and are well worthy the efforts of that great master.
In the suburbs of Rotterdam there are a number of small gardens in most of which are erected wooden houses, of fanciful shapes and many colours, not unlike the gay habitations of the Chinese Mandarins. In these houses the richer class of merchants, with their wives and families, drink tea in the summer evenings, particularly on Sundays. The windows reach from the roof to the foor, and are for the most part open, so that the passing traveller bas a clear view of the interior of the building, and of its inhabitants. Such parties as I have seen in the everings, appeared to be solely employed in drinking tea, a meal from which they must derive much pleasure, if one may judge from the time which they take in it. Even in the streets, there is generally a tea party visible in at least one window of every house ; and before many doors, on a fine afternoon, there is a party seated on the steps. This is more particularly the case in country towns; the men, however, in all places, still retaining their long tobaccopipes in their mouths.
CHELTENHAM. THE discovery of the Spa, which has conferred so fashionable a celebrity on this delightful place, originated in the following manner. A slow spring was observed to ooze from a thick bluish clay or mould, under the sandy surface of the soil, which, after spreading itself for a few yards, again disappeared, leaving much of its salts behind. Flocks of pigeons being daily observed to resort thither to feed on these salts, the proprietor of the spot was in. duced to examine it with more attention, and soon re marked, that when other springs were fast bound by frost, this continued in a flaid state. This occurred in 1717. For a short time after this discovery,the ground remained uninclosed, and the water was drank by such as thought it might be beneficial to them. In 1718 it was railed in, locked up, and a little shed built over it; and in consequence of some experiments made on the water by Dr. Baird, of Worcester, and Dr. Greville, of Gloucester, its virtues becamegenerally known. For three years from this period it was sold as a medicine, till in 1721 the ground was leased at £61. per annum. One Captain Skillicorne came into possession of the premises in 1738, who not only built the old room on the western side of the pump, but cleared the spring, erected a brick building over it, and set up a pump for serving the water. This structure now remains
and forms a striking contrast with the more splendid erections of later times. Capt. Skillicorne also considerably improved the picturesque beauty of the spot, by planting avenues of trees, and thus rendering it an agreeable resort during the summer months. The successive proprietors of the Spa have, from time to time realised considerable fortunes, and the speculation thus proving highly advantageous, Pump and Assembly Roonis have been erected, which minister to the luxury of those who resort to this enchanting country.
SONG. FROM THE GAELIC.
Sweet the snowy blossom of the thorny tree!
Sweeter is young Mary of Glensmole to me.
Sweet the rosy mountains, &c.