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My good friend! my good friend! why

so fierce?" exclaimed a new addition to the

circle, offering his hand to the Admiral as

he came up.

Lady D. explained the cause of dispute; and the Admiral's friend, laughing heartily, said, "Five minutes since, I saw Lord L. present the young man now dancing with Lady Julia L. to both his daughters, as Lord FitzUllin."

CHAPTER XIII.

"Spirit of Fingall!

'Tis Fingall himself."

IF our readers are desirous to know how this personage, respecting whose identity there seem to exist so many contradictory opinions, obtained entrance to this gay circle, and the envied hand of Lady Julia L.; nay, how it was that so many people actually believed him to be Lord Fitz-Ullin; we must lead them back, about half an hour, to when, and

where, we left the sisters with Lord L., near the door of the first reception

room.

Mammas told Lord L. that he ought to have allowed their girls a chance, before he thus cruelly merged all that had been bright in the hemisphere of fashion in the dazzling lustre of stars so pre-eminent. The young ladies themselves thought, that had they had as beautiful dresses on, they should have looked just as well. The downright old gentlemen congratulated his Lordship, with sincere cordiality, on the charms of his daughters. Those who still had twinkling eyes, and merry souls, wished themselves twenty years younger, and envied the present generation. The middle-aged dandies addressed wellturned compliments to the ladies themselves; and the coxcomical young ones endeavoured

to look quite irresistible, as they made their bows in silence.

At length, "Lord Fitz-Ullin!-Lord FitzUllin!" was thundered in the hall, echoed, from servant to servant, on each landing of the stairs, and finally repeated at the door of the reception room. The reports of his Lordship's intended marriage broken off at the altar, and of his having shot himself for love; were fresh in the minds of all; so that the idea of be holding him, appeared to create a pretty general sensation; and, at the sound of his announcement, every head turned round. Yet, when he did actually enter, Julia was not even aware of the circumstance. She had looked towards the door, her heart trembling with the expectation of seeing Edmund enter with him. And she had seen Edmund enter; but with whom she had been too much agitated to notice. The

appearance of our hero had shocked her. It was that of one who had received a stunning blow! All expression of feature was deadened, -all animation of air and carriage gone! He advanced with eyes scarcely raised. If Julia's ideas had been thrown into a state of confusion on his first entrance, what was her astonishment, when her father, presenting our hero, said, "Julia, my dear, this is Lord Fitz-Ullin ! Lord Fitz-Ullin, Lady Julia Lady Julia L., Lady Frances L."

It was now Lord L.'s turn to be surprised. He saw both his daughters extend a hand at the same moment, while the gentleman he was in the act of presenting, took a hand of each, and, though with a pale and quivering lip, pronounced the names, Julia, Frances, divested of title.

All this had occupied but a second or two,