recourse to her embroidery-this too proved ineffectual; the needle pricked her fingers, and made her peevish-she flung it from her in a pet. Her drawings were as unfortunate as her embroidery, and underwent the same fate as it; she flew to her harp-from her harp to her piano-all were out of tune; she could not play; yet strange to tell, if Frederick chanced to come in, and touch the keys of the piano, or the strings of the harp, she fancied they possessed all the harmony of sound imaginable; she flew to them, and made them "discourse most excellent music."

"It is strange," said she to herself, one day, in the absence of Frederick, as she found herself foiled in every attempt she made to resume her usual tone of spirits and gaiety, "it is very strange that I can derive pleasure from no source whatever, when Frederick is absent: how is this? am I really and indeed in love? forbid it, Heaven! what misery would then

then await me indeed! yet I fear it is as I suspect. To love his society is quite natural; but the uneasiness which I feal in his absence, can result only from love. Clementina, Clementina!" would she say, "what infatuation possesses thee? Avoid the precipice to which thou art blindly approaching." Then forming a momentary resolution, she would exclaim-" I must seek some other amusement, and deprive myself of the exquisite pleasure I derive from his society. I will henceforth begin to retrace the steps I have so foolishly pursu. ⚫ed: it is not as yet too late."

But, alas! her heart belied the expression, and whispered, it is too late. The reflection that she spoke the truth, and the instant view which she took of the evils and disgrace that must result from the indulgence of her passion, was more than she could endure. She flew to her harp-but it was all discord, or rather it harmonized with the discord of her

mind, and in the irritation of the moment, she pushed it from her with such violence, that she threw it on the ground, and broke it in pieces.

In this moody temper was Clementina found by sir Henry, musing over her harp, or rather lamenting her inability to conquer the passion to which she found herself a victim. Sir Henry, who could not bear to see his Clementina one moment unhappy, took her by the hand, and asked her tenderly what made her weep; and noticing the harp shattered at her feet-" Surely," said he, "Clementina, it is not the destruction of this bauble that makes you thus uneasy; if any person has broken it accidentally, for no one would do it intentionally, why should you cry on that account? I thought, Clementina, you were not so easily moved with trifles. Surely, my dear, the best harp is too dearly purchased by a single tear. Cease then, Clementina, dry up those

tears, and

think no more of it. You shall have another-a better one, immediately, in its place. How did it come by this accident, or who handled it so roughly? not Dennis Hanlon, I hope," continued he, smiling; knowing that Dennis's name always put her into good humour : "if it be, I'll punish him severely. Here, you Hanlon!" cried he, to Dennis, who was at that moment passing by, "look here, sir; I suppose it was you broke this harp, trying your musical skill on it. Hey, sir?" said sir Henry, in an affectedly angry tone.

Clementina would have told the truth, but she wanted a moment to shape it, so as not raise any suspicions in sir Henry's mind as to the cause. Dennis came gawking into the room, and giving the broken harp a pitiful look, expressive of his regret for its destruction-" Maybe it is broke," said he; "tis sure enough: och then, more was the pity, in throth, for itself was the harp

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harp anearnest: many a time it joyed my poor heart, and made it cry too, into the bargin, and all for thinking of poor Ireland, whatever time her honour Miss Clemy would keep playing any of ould Carolon's songs on it; and well she used to play them too, just same as if he was standing at her shoulder shewing her the way- the Coolin,' and • Plea Raka na Rourke,' and 'Madallen ne Kally,' and 'Planxty Connor,' andand his own Receipt for drinking Whiskey:'och, by the powers, how my heart used to ring and feel for her, when she used to play 'Carolon's Receipt for drinking Whiskey!' itself is the tune anearnest, not all as one.-Arrah! how would I break it, your honour ?"

Sir Henry obtained what he desired : Clementina was in fits of laughter, especially when she heard Dennis declare so emphatically, that his heart felt for her whenever she played his favourite air, "Carolon's Receipt for drinking Whiskey;"