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in Paris being only that of the benevolent stranger."

The count now questioned, the officer if he had any personal knowledge of his father's friend?" No, my lord," said Luzzara, "I never saw him; they used to meet each other at the Hotel de Ville, and that not more than three or four times in my remembrance; as it was by correspondence chiefly that the friendship was mutually sustained between

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"The loss of those papers you formerly mentioned is then deeply to be regretted?" said the count.-" Certainly it is a most unfortunate circumstance," replied Luzzara, as the perusal of those letters might have elucidated many important points; at all events, they would have disclosed the name and abode of my father's friend, which would have served as a clue to that of my brother." On the count's inquiring to whom they were directed, the officer said, to a banker at

Cagliari,

Cagliari, named Sebastian, to whom he had lately written, for the purpose of inquiring after captain Montebello, and whether the packet delivered to that gentleman had ever come to hand? "The answer I obtained," continued the officer, "was far from satisfactory; signior Sebastian not having heard the least intelligence of either."

"Nor ever will, I suppose," answered the count; "we may, therefore, drop that subject, and introduce another more pleasing the performance of your promise, young man," said Anselmo, jocosely; "favour me with a sight of the lady-the sea-nymph, with whom you became enamoured at the island of Asinara.”—Luzzara, smiling at the allusion, replied, “If I could, Pygmalion-like, have it animated into life, my lord, I should indeed become its worshipper."

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Well, well, dead or alive," returned the count," permit me to have a view of her, which will enable me to judge of your

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your taste, signior, in the future selection of a wife."

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"Mine is irrevocably decided already," for the world does not contain a second Horatia!"-" Several. thousands that will do just as well, believe me," said the count: "The characters of women bear a great similitude to each other; for they are well apprized, that our term for a good woman, and the only excellence we desire her to be possessed of, is obedience, a ready compliance with our commands and wishes, an employment quite sufficient to engross their whole time and most arduous attention, if they hope to suc ceed in it. But this is from the purpose," continued Anselmo; "where is the portrait, as, by your description of its beauties, I expect to be highly gratified?".

"Then, my lord," said Luzzara, "I am fearful you will be disappointed, imagination being ever superior to reality. I will, however, instantly bring

you,

you my treasure; and should I not be so fortunate as to restore it to its right possessor, I shall consider your accep 'tance of it, my lord, as an honour-some trifling return for the debt of gratitude I owe."

"More of that anon," replied Anselmo; and in a strain of gentle irony, continued-"Such long preface before I am indulged with reading the contents of the enclosed, is, I imagine, signior, to enhance its value."

"A truce, my lord, to your impatience," said the officer, taking the gold box from his pocket, and presenting it to the count. "Within that casket is the invaluable portrait: judge not too severely, my lord; lightly suffer the faults. to prevail-attend mostly to its merits; for in my opinion, it is a chef d'œuvre of the noble art of painting."

It is impossible to delineate the various sensations of Anselmo, as he proceeded to search for the secret spring

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which confined this precious relic af Luzzara's idolatry. An universal trembling seized his frame, almost to dissolution; nor is it in the power of words to describe the agony that count Anselmo experienced, when his eyes behekl the miniature it contained. The pleasure he expected to receive was converted into grief and amazement-his countenance changed to a deathy paleness. Having viewed it for some moments, he pressed it to his bosom, and with the tear of anguish, exclaimed-" Regretted saint thy wrongs are now revengedfor Anselmo will never be at peace again." Pride gave way to the softer feelings of nature; and the lofty spirit, which even monarchs could not subdue, was now completely conquered; he threw himself on a couch, and covering his face with his hands, in the extreme sorrow of his heart, wept aloud.

Luzzara, although astonished, and enduring the most painful curiosity to learn

the

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