was altogether defign. I went to fee her, and I faw her, and perhaps too I might fay with Cæfar, Veni, vidi, vici.”

"Saw Mifs Glenmorris at Dr. Winflow's! went on purpose to see her! impoffible there must be some mistake in all this-Of whom are you talking?"

"Of the lady my brother (having lefs pretenfions to be fure than I have) is faid to have Scorned and rejected-of Mifs Goldthorp."

"Mifs Goldthorp!-I imagined you were speaking of Medora Glenmorris ; I understood you had feen her ?"

"And fuppofe I have! What the devil, is no one to fee pretty women but your felf, I wonder !"

"Tell me, I conjure you, Adolphus it is more ferious to me than you seem to fuppofe, Have you feen Medora, Glenmorris ?"

"What, if I fhould anfwer that I have feen her; that I... (I suppose, though, you will not believe me, if I were to tell you) that I... have had her pretty arms, potelè

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potelè et blanc, encircling my neck . . . and...."

"Damnation," exclaimed George Delmont, totally lofing his temper, "'tis impoffible."

"I will not take in offence the lie you fo unequivocally give me, Georgebut I tell you, on the honour of a gentleman and a foldier, and if it ftill has credit enough in your eyes to enforce the truth, on the honour of a Delmont, a name that till lately was never stained either by the falfehood or folly of those who bore it; I do tell you, Sir, that all this happened, and a great deal more.”

Never till that moment had Delmont felt fuch acute pain; there feemed no motive for a falfehood fo cruel and fo ufelefs; but to believe Medora a guilty, .an abandoned wanton !-Delmont was unequal to fuftain the hideous idea a moment; his faculties feemed for a while crushed and annihilated, and he could only utter in a mournful tone.

"I am prepared, Major Delmont, to

hear

hear all you have to fay-Only relate plain matter of fact, and keep me not needlessly in fufpenfe and anguish.”

"I thought you worthy gents, who profess philofophy, and fo forth, difbanded all this paltry fort of anguish-Look upon women as only neceffary machines in the eternal dance of atoms, and with true Mahometan fang froid do not confider them as having fouls of confequence enough to recall by their misconduct your elevated minds from the haut volée of abstract studies on matter and space, materialism, immaterialism, and all the incomprehenfibility of metaphyfics." "This is inhuman trifling, Major Delmont," faid George.

Upon my foul, confidering what you profefs, George, you do moft terribly betray the cause of philofophy; however I'll humour your frailty, and relate briefly my adventure with your Tranfatlantic nymph, affuring you, however, that if it had not another catastrophe, it was no fault of mine."

"Where is the now?" cried Delmont, impatiently.

"Across the Atlantic again for what I know; but listen to me like a difciple of the ftoic philofophers, and then—

"I will a round unvarnished tale deliver "Of my fhort day of love; what fighs, what oaths, "What protestation, and what charm of flattery (If fuch proceeding I am charged withal) "I would have won her with."

"I am in the wrong, Sir," cried George Delmont," to expect from you any thing but unfeeling ridicule and mifplaced buffoonery."

"Poor George! jilted by a baby! crof fed in love by a coquet in leading ftrings. This comes of your horror of women, "in a certain ftyle of fashion." Oh forfooth, you had the trembling abhorrence of a country curate towards women of the world. They were diffipated, they were vain, unfeeling, infatiable in avarice for money to stake at the gaming table; They lifped, and they ambled, and nick-nam'd God's creatures.

You would have a creature fresh from the hands of nature; a beautiful piece of unadulterate clay, which you might mould as you would.

"But the first "lawyer" fhe faw, the changed her love."

"A lawyer!" cried Delmont with increased paffion and impatience.

"Yes, yes, let me recollect. Upon my foul I have forgotten now whether it was the lawyer himself, or the lawyer's clerk, or only his brother, or coufin, or fome relation; however there was a lawyer in question, who decoyed her, poor pretty maiden, from her Mama.”

"Decoyed her! Curfes light on..." "Why now there it is again. I am trying to recollect all about it, and you wont have patience to hear me. I fhould get through my ftory as well again if you would not disturb my naturally clear and methodical manner of narration by bouncing and flying round the room like a mad cat."

George faw that his folicitude really defeated