his timely assistance, for there was an expression in his eyes which troubled her, she scarce knew why; he lingered till he had handed the beautiful daughter and helpless father into the carriage, and when it drove off, Teresa, almost unconsciously, looked out of the window, but hastily withdrew her head in confusion, when she perceived the stranger standing in the same place where they had parted, looking after the coach.

They arrived in safety at Florence, and Teresa enjoyed with intense yet melancholy pleasure the beauties of her father's native land.

Antonio betrayed unusual agitation as his daughter conducted him to various spots teeming to him with dear and sacred memories; yet still his recollection returned not, though he would start, and weep, and gaze on his daughter with tear-fraught eyes.

In one of their rambles Antonio was recognized by the Prince M; who appeared much affected by his sad situation, for he had

really loved him, and had sincerely grieved at

his loss.

Teresa met the Prince's friendly advances with gratitude, and in a few days she was domesticated with the Princess, who insisted on their accepting an apartment in the Palazzo. Teresa led her father through the different rooms she had so often heard him describe as hallowed to him by tender recollections; but, alas! no gleam of memory broke through the darkness of his mind, and the afflicted daughter despaired of ever again beholding those beautiful features lit up with intelligence.

The Princess treated Teresa with the tenderness of a mother, and her daughter Chiara loved the English girl as a sister.

Teresa's next object was to take her father to the scenes of his childhood, and the graves of his parents, trusting that these might act as more potent spells than any she had as yet tried; but the Princess would not hear of her leaving Florence for some time, and weeks grew into

months, and they were still inmates of the Palazzo. The handsomest, richest, and most récherché man in Florence, at this period, was Sir Edward St. John, a young English Baronet. He was a passionate admirer of grace and beauty, but had as yet singled out no one particular object from the lovely Italians and Englishwomen who courted his attention. His indifference in this respect gave rise to great conjecture, and it was at length settled by each fair one to her own satisfaction, that his affections must be pre-engaged. But this apparent apathy ceased from the moment he first beheld Teresa Cellini. It was long before her grief for her beloved father's misfortune would permit her to appear in the Princess's circle, and when she did join it in compliance with her friends' wishes, no animation beamed in her perfect face, for she thought of her lost mother incessantly.

On the evening of Teresa's first appearance, Sir Edward St. John arrived late at the Palazzo,

and was soon engaged in a lively conversation

with a pretty coquette, but in glancing half unconsciously round the room, his eye fell on Teresa's figure, and from that instant his fair companion's sallies were unnoticed by him.

She was leaning against a pillar of white marble. Her friend Chiara stood by her side, and was evidently trying to amuse her by pointing out the different visitors to her notice; and a bright bewitching smile occasionally parted her lips as she listened, and chased for a moment the sadness from her faultless features. Her long dark lashes rested on her fair cheeks in mournful depression, save at the instant of those brilliant smiles, and then they were raised suddenly, revealing the wondrous beauty of the eyes beneath.

Sir Edward caught one of these bright glances, and his attention was instantly rivetted by the uncommon and classical loveliness of the English girl. He very soon effected an introduction to Teresa, and though at first she received his attentions with cold politeness, the charm of his voice and manner at length won

upon her, and she conversed with some portion. of her natural enthusiasm, of the beauties and wonders of Italy. Every word she uttered, and every change of her countenance made a deeper impression on Sir Edward's imagination, and he found an inexpressible charm in the soft, pure dignity of her manners and deportment. On this brilliant evening, the modest unassuming Teresa caused many a jealous and envious pang in the bosoms of those fair ones who had hoped to captivate the handsome Englishman.