at all? Faix, I'd sooner go to the Aste Indies; an' when you get tired iv it, go to the West Indies; it 'ud be so convanient on account iv 'em both bein' in the same county."

"But where I am going is not near so far away as the East Indies; therefore, don't make yourself uneasy about that and I trust I shall soon return."

"It isn't so far as the Aste Indies ?"

"No."

"Faix, I think it's twice as far;-but what signifies that, when you're goin' to keep wud them Turks? Why, I thought the very life 'ud lave me, when Gerald tould me all about 'em; (for, though I have my misgivins about Gerald, no wan can say but that he's a clane boy in the regard iv the knowledge;) but there's no use in talkin'; those grate people won't be said or led by any wan. Any how, from the day you lave this, myself will be so fairly tossicated wud fretation, that sorra a ha'porth o' good 'ull be in me; an' every thing 'ull go to rack an' ruin; an' there'll be an end iv your thravels."

"Well, Williams, there's no use in your speak

ing to me. I should much prefer remaining at home myself; but you know I must do what the doctors desire me."

"The docthors! Haix, sure, they must say somethin' for their money. What did our grandfathers (forefathers) do without docthors ? And didn't they live twice longer than any iv us? Sure, doesn't every wan say that Dublin is fairly overrun wud 'em for docthors. Docthors indeed! Musha, myself 'ud no more take a spoonful o' medicin from wan iv 'em, no more than I'd ate so much pison; they that goes about wud their quackeries, and their thrickeries, an' their spectacles on, an' their broad-brimmed hats; just to dhrag the money out o' the people's pockets."

"Oh, nonsense, nonsense, Williams. Here, this letter will be late."

"Oh, time 'ull tell whether it's nonsense or nohaith it's thrue enough. Sure, if the quality's finger aches now-a-days, it's nothin' but send off ten miles for a docthor; an' then they make 'em put out their tongue, and they feel their pult, an' look at their watch with a long face-an' keep lookin' mighty cute an' pitiable, till they're handed

the fee-an' then they smile again—an' away they

go.

Sure, if you had an ounce of sense, you wouldn't be afther thrustin' to wan iv 'em."

Lord Mowbray, now feeling that his only resource was flight, made a precipitate, and, we must confess, somewhat abrupt retreat from the presence of this well-meaning, but overpoweringly garrulous companion.

CHAPTER XVII.

"Yet innocence and virgin modesty,

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought, be won,
Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired,

The more desirable, or, to say all,

Nature herself, though pure of sinful thought,
Wrought in her so, that seeing me, she turn'd;
I follow'd her;

MILTON.

"VAIN have been my utmost efforts throughout this unusually lengthy day, to apply myself to one solitary occupation. My truant mind, in bold defiance, gravitates to Lord Mowbray, as its sole centre of attraction. How truly can I exclaim, with the noble Titus, I have lost a day.""-Thus soliloquized Clara Hamilton, whilst standing before a mirror, tying her bonnet, and arranging her shawl.

Adeline smiled; but made no reply.

"What means that smile, Adeline ?-it speaks

unutterable things.'-I think, too, I can conjecture its meaning," she quickly continued, turning suddenly to her sister, who started involuntarily at the appeal; for she had forgotten that her proximity to the glass had caused her smile to play upon its surface, so as to mirror forth its expression to the sensible eye of Clara" Nay, Adeline, what means that smile I say ?"-stamping her exquisite little foot in playful ire, and gazing a moment in the face of her sister; who coloured deeply on noting the searching expression of her glance-Away with nonsense, Adeline; for I am in no mood to support it. I am chagrined and annoyed with myself; and out of humour with every one and every thing."

"And wherefore this uncongenial mood ?" inquired her sister, in a tone of suppressed irony;

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surely something more than common must have occurred to ruffle the even tenour of your spirit ;Lord Mowbray, perhaps, has at length disproved himself superhuman; for my part I never could tolerate his saintship; his pensive, melancholy air suits not me; although it has proved so imposing with those gifted with less penetration. Confess

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