their feet seemed to rock to it.

Scarcely had

they recovered from this terror, when a violent shock threw them to the earth, and when, in a few moments they arose, amid the growling and muttering of another tremendous peal which was dying away at last in the distance, their eyes sought each other, and they soon ascertained that all were unharmed save the unfortunate Arturo, whose body lay at a short distance blackened and scorched by the fierce lightning, whilst the gigantic tree beneath whose branches they had congregated, was a blighted and withered stump. This dreadful sight filled them with horror, and slowly and in silence they proceeded to the priest's

house.

The storm had spent its fury, and the sun shone out cheerily, as if in mockery of the devastation it looked on.

How inscrutable are the ways of Providence! Thus was a human being cut down suddenly in the bloom of life, with all his unrepented sins

on his head, and his hard heart untouched by a single warning.

Thus, in the most unexpected manner, was the destiny of Maria changed, and smiling prospects, and cloudless skies, promise to cheer the rest of her life. She, who so well bore the extremity of adversity, will enjoy her prosperous days with grateful humility.

The travellers took leave of this kind family the next day, and arrived together at Milan. But Sedley soon found that to be in Teresa's society was a delight he felt but too deeply, and, therefore, he abruptly took leave of her and her husband, and in a few weeks was in his paternal halls.

Teresa, likewise, called herself severely to account for the pleasure she experienced in the companionship of the accomplished and amiable Sedley. Alas! with all her resolution, she could not forbear making comparisons between him and her husband. Yet to a really wellregulated mind no conquest over self is

impossible, when the feeling to be conquered is evil; and Teresa having determined to banish Sedley's too seductive image from her thoughts, at length succeeded, and brought her mind into its usual frame of calm resig

nation.

CHAPTER XI.

There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

When tost on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven!

There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven!

MONTGOMERY.

SIR EDWARD AND LADY ST. JOHN made but a short stay at Milan, and then proceeded to Como.

In contemplating the wild and grand scenery which now greeted her eye, Teresa felt that it was more in accordance with the stern barren

ness of her own destiny, than the soft loveliness she had lately passed through. The magnificent,

cold, and eternal glaciers struck on her heart with a feeling of deep mournfulness. They were as a type of the impassable barriers which stood between her and earthly happiness.

Sir Edward St John's real disposition unveiled itself more and more every day. His selfish love for the beautiful Teresa was fast changing into indifference, and the natural grief she evinced for the death of her father, wearied him and drove him away from her in search of amusement. Poor Teresa strove to do her duty to the utmost, and when she perceived that her melancholy was displeasing to her husband, she tried to dress her countenance in smiles. Alas! they were poor counterfeits, and could deceive no one. How sickening are most smiles!

There is the cold smile of forced politenessthe hackneyed smile of would-be fascination,— the smile of feigned joy when the heart is bursting,-the smile of suppressed rage-of deep hate, -the withered smile of despair: there are all