was the end of all things-hope, joy, sorrow, ambition, had found a term, and the vanity of inordinate anxiety respecting earthly things impressed itself on their hearts.

But they passed, and all was forgotten-those mourners, that funereal train, and gradually the thoughtless jest, and the merry laugh were recommenced, and rang through the still atmosphere.

By degrees the rest of the party had dropped behind, and Sedley found himself alone with Teresa. He was on the point of commencing upon the subject nearest his heart, when Teresa's horse took fright at some sheep which jumped suddenly from a hedge, and started off at a fearful rate. In an instant Sedley lost sight of her, as her horse turned sharply round a corner, and in almost frantic anxiety he put spurs to his animal and followed. He, also, turned the corner, and saw her, at a distance, borne along with frightful rapidity. He kept her in sight, but dared not approach too near, for fear of alarming her horse still more, and the

agitation of his mind was almost beyond endurance.

Surely no suffering can equal that of witnessing the imminent peril of a beloved object, and feeling our impotency to assist Teresa's horse gallopped on-on.

them! Still

At length he

made another sharp turn, and Sedley saw his precious love thrown with force to the ground; -he scarcely breathed as he approached the spot where she lay motionless. The thought of what might be, completely unmanned him, and a cold dew stood on his forehead.

Teresa lay perfectly still, and her face was towards the ground. He advanced close up to the spot, and slowly fastened his horse to a tree, as though to gain time to nerve his heart against what might be in store for it. He then raised Ker gently in his arms, and looked tremblingly on her face; it was as pale as death, and there was blood upon her forehead.

Sedley hung over her insensible form in agonised anxiety. He dared not again glance at that bleeding wound, though he bound his handker

chief over it. As he took off her hat, her long, dark tresses fell in rich profusion round her figure, adding to the ghastliness of her appearance. Sedley remembered his pleasing dreams of the morning;—were they doomed to be fallacious? And on the very threshold of happiness, was it to be torn from him? Would those sweet lips never open to bless him by an assurance of reciprocal affection? Would those shrouded eyes never beam on him with the fond affection he coveted?

As these thoughts passed through his mind, a species of despair seized on him-he felt that he could not endure her loss, and he strained her tightly to his breast, as though he had power to wrest her from fate.

As her head lay on his shoulder, he fancied that he felt a slight breath upon his cheek; instantly he replaced her in her former position, and gazed breathlessly on her face. By degrees the faint colour re-visited her lips, and the bosom heaved, and, finally, the sweet eyes opened languidly and looked vacantly around. Sedley

agitation of his mind was almost beyond endurance.

Surely no suffering can equal that of witnessing the imminent peril of a beloved object, and feeling our impotency to assist them! Still Teresa's horse gallopped on-on. At length he made another sharp turn, and Sedley saw his precious love thrown with force to the ground; -he scarcely breathed as he approached the spot where she lay motionless. The thought of what might be, completely unmanned him, and a cold dew stood on his forehead.

Teresa lay perfectly still, and her face was towards the ground. He advanced close up to the spot, and slowly fastened his horse to a tree, as though to gain time to nerve his heart against what might be in store for it. He then raised her gently in his arms, and looked tremblingly on her face ;--it was as pale as death, and there was blood upon her forehead.

Sedley hung over her insensible form in agonised anxiety. He dared not again glance at that bleeding wound, though he bound his handker

chief over it. As he took off her hat, her long, dark tresses fell in rich profusion round her figure, adding to the ghastliness of her appearance. Sedley remembered his pleasing dreams of the morning;—were they doomed to be fallacious? And on the very threshold of happiness, was it to be torn from him? Would those sweet lips never open to bless him by an assurance of reciprocal affection? Would those shrouded eyes never beam on him with the fond affection he coveted?

As these thoughts passed through his mind, a species of despair seized on him-he felt that he could not endure her loss, and he strained her tightly to his breast, as though he had power to wrest her from fate.

As her head lay on his shoulder, he fancied that he felt a slight breath upon his cheek; instantly he replaced her in her former position, and gazed breathlessly on her face. By degrees the faint colour re-visited her lips, and the bosom heaved, and, finally, the sweet eyes opened languidly and looked vacantly around. Sedley