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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
A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves
And good, the grace of all the country round.'

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THERE is a mystic thread of life,

So dearly wreathed with mine alone;
That destinity's relentless knife,

At once must sever both, or none.
There is a form, on which these eyes,

Have often gazed with fond delight-
By day-that form their joy supplies,

And dreams restore it thro' the night.
There is a voice, whose tones inspire

Such thrills of rapture in my breast;
I would not hear a seraph choir,

Unless that voice could join the rest.
There is a face, whose blushes tell,

Affection's tale upon the cheek-
But pallid at one fund farewell,

Proclaim more love than words can speak.
There is a lip, which mine hath prest,

And none had ever prest before;
These beautiful Stapzas are said to have been addressed by Lord Byron to his
Lady, a few months before their separation.

It vow'd to make me sweetly blest,

And mine-mine only prest it more!
There is a bosom-all mine own-

Hath pillow'd oft this aching head;
A mouth-which smiles on me alone;

An eye-whose tears with mine are shed.
There are two hearts, whose movements thrill,

su union so closely sweet;
That pulse to pulse, responsive still,

They both must beave-or cease to beat.
There are two souls, whose equal flow,

In gentle streams so calmly run-
That when they part-they part-ah, no!
They cannot part-their souls are one!

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.


AIR---Mari Laoghach.
SWEET, O sweet! with Mary o'er the wilds to stray,
When Glensmole is dress'd in all the pride of May. -
And, when weary roving through the greenwood glade,
Softly to recline beneath the birken sbade.

Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells;
Sweet the bubbling fountains and the dewy dales;

Sweet the snowy blossom of the thorny tree!

Sweeter is young Mary of Glensmole to me.
There to fix my gaze, in raptures of delight,
Oo her eyes of truth, of love, of life, and light-
On her bosum, purer than the silver tide,
Fairer than the cana on the mountain's side.
What were all the sounds contriv'd by tuneful men,
To the warbling wild-notes of our sylvan glen?
Here the merry lark ascends on dewy wing,
There the mellow mavis and the black-bird sing.
What were all the splendour of the proud and great
To the simple pleasures of our green retreat ?
From the crystal spring fresh vigour we inbale;
Rosy health' does court us on the mountain gale.
Were I offered all the wealth that Albion yields,
All her lofty mountains and her fruitful fields,
With the countless riches of her subject seas,
I would scorn the change for blisses such as these.

Sweet the rosy mountains, &c.

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