ship, fraught with life, had gone down into its

depths.

Teresa felt soothed and refreshed by the contemplation of all this beauty, and the perfumed breeze which, after robbing the flowers of their sweets, passed over her face, fanning it gently. She thought, with renewed wonder, of an exclamation which Charlotte Beverly had made the day before, and which had caused her to start with surprise.

"I detest the country," Charlotte had said, " and I never wish to see more of it than the Parks in London present."

"Can she possess a soul," thought Teresa. "To me nothing can be more delightful and exciting than the contemplation of fine scenery, mountains, woods, the sea, and then a flowergarden in the height of summer, recals every sensation the heart most prizes! The glorious hues fill the soul with gratitude towards the Being who has provided such matchless delights for the eye, not dead through guilt and depravity; the exquisite perfumes recal the

with a

and

scenes of happiness gone by; yet, softening of the regrets they leave what earthly happiness leaves not regrets? "If the joys are gone, without the possibility of a return on earth, they will be a thousand times more ecstatic in Heaven; and in Heaven I humbly trust to pass an eternity. If they recal to the memory, youth misspent, and not to be redeemed-the same mercy which decorated this earth with such lovely things, once said to a great sinner, Hath no man condemned thee?-Neither do I-go and sin no more!""

There were bee-hives in the garden, and the bees flew from flower to flower; their constant hum, assimilating well with the silent beauty around.

Mrs. Alexander was extremely agitated when Sedley arrived and informed her of Teresa's accident; and she insisted on going herself in the carriage to bring her home; Sedley wished to accompany her, but she feared any additional excitement for Teresa, as she saw something in Sedley's manner, which

aroused her suspicions.

She therefore de

parted alone, and soon arrived at the cottage.

What was her astonishment to find Teresa seated in the garden, looking more radiant than usual.

She embraced her protegée affectionately; and after thanking the cottagers warmly for their kindness, she returned with Teresa to Rossfirth. During their drive home, Teresa told her all she could remember respecting her fall; and every time she mentioned the name of Sedley, her cheeks were suffused with blushes. This confusion did not escape Mrs. Alexander's penetrating eye; and, taking Teresa's hands in her's she said, "I trust I do not deceive myself Teresa; but it strikes me, that a great change has taken place in your feelings towards my favourite, Sedley; he is most deserving of your love, my dearest girl; and his wife will indeed have a blessed lot."

Teresa hid her face on Mrs. Alexander's shoulder; and, painful as it was to her heart to rake up the past, she detailed every circum

stance connected with Sedley, since she had first seen him. She ended, by entreating that her kind benefactress would forgive her seeming want of confidence, in having so long con. cealed these events from her knowledge.

Mrs. Alexander was too happy to be angry. To see her dear Teresa the wife of Sir Herbert Sedley had long been her most ardent wish, and now she saw that wish on the point of being accomplished.

They reached Rossfirth, and Mrs. Alexander said to Teresa,—

"As you seem so well, love, go into the conservatory and cut me a bouquet for dinner: your taste in selecting and arranging flowers is unrivalled."

Teresa went immediately to execute her cousin's commission; and Mrs. Alexander, full of delight, sought Sedley, and telling him where he might find Teresa alone, ran to tell her husband the joyful news.

Sedley, in a few moments, was at Teresa's

side, and in hurried, broken sentences, told her of his love and his past suspense.

It is needless to dwell on the scene that followed. Those who have never known such moments could not appreciate the most eloquent description; and those who have, need

none.

In one short hour everything was explained, and their inmost feelings were known to each other; Sedley and Teresa felt that their long trials and sufferings were nothing when placed in competition with the bliss of that one hour!

At dinner that day, everything seemed changed to Teresa; and every one, even Mr. Orlando Phipps, appeared witty and agreeable.

But she was indeed changed; the natural playfulness and gaiety of her disposition broke forth, and she was the charm of her cousin's circle. She sang lively French airs; and, when a young lady, one of the company, favoured the society with some elaborate Italian bravuras,