 11. If there be cure or charm, to respite or relieve or slack the pain of this ill-mansion. MILTON Time, which generally alleviates ordinary distresses, served only to augment the severity of Lady Juliana's as day after day rolled heavily on, and found her still an inmate of Glenfern Castle. Destitute of very resource in herself, she yet turned with contempt from the scanty sources of occupation or amusement that were suggested by others, and Mrs. Douglas's attempts to teach her to play at chess and read Shakespeare, were as unsuccessful as the endeavours of the good aunts to persuade her to study Fort Dice's sermons and make baby linen. In languid dejection or fretful repinings did the unhappy beauty therefore consume the tedious hours, while her husband sought alternately to soothe with fondness he no longer felt, or flatter with hopes which he knew to be groundless. To his father alone could he now look for any assistance, and from him he was not likely to obtain it in the form he desired, as the old gentleman repeatedly declared his utter inability to advance him any ready money, or to allow him more than a hundred a year, moreover to be paid quarterly, a sum which could not defray their expenses to London. Such was the state of affairs when the Laird one morning entered the dining-room with a face of much importance, and addressed his son with, "'Well, Harry, you're a lucky man, and it's an ill wind that blows nabetty good. Here's poor MacLoshan gone like snow off a dyke.' "'MacLoshan gone,' exclaimed Miss Grizzie. "'Impossible, brother! It was only yesterday I sent him a blister for his back.' And I said Miss Jackie, talked to him for upwards of two hours last night on the impropriety of his allowing his daughter to wear white gowns on Sunday. By my truth, and that was enough to kill any man,' muttered the Laird. "'How I am to derive any benefit from this important demise is more than I can perceive,' said Henry in a somewhat contemptuous tone. "'You see,' replied his father, that by our agreement his farm falls vacant in consequence. "'And I hope I am to succeed to it,' replied the son, with a smile of derision. "'Exactly. By my faith, but you have a beyond-downsit. There's three thousand and seventy-five acres of as good sheep-walk as any in the whole countryside, and I shall advance you stocking and steading, and everything complete, to your very peat-stacks. What do you think of that?' slapping his son's shoulder and rubbing his own hands with delight as he spoke. Horror struck at a scheme which appeared to him a thousand times worse than anything his imagination had ever painted. Poor Henry stood in speechless consternation, while charming. "'Excellent! Delightful!' was echoed by the ants as they crowded round, wishing him joy and applauding their brother's generosity. "'What will our sweet niece say to this, I wonder,' said the innocent grizzie, who in truth wondered none. I would like to see her face when she hears it.' And her own was puckered into various shapes of delight. "'I have no doubt but her good sense will teach her to appreciate properly the blessings of her lot,' observed the more reflective Jackie. "'She has had her own good luck,' quote the sententious Nicky, to find such a down-sit all cut and dry. At that instant the door opened, and the favored individual in question entered. In vain Douglas strove to impose silence on his father and aunts. The latter sat, bursting with impatience, to break out into exclamation, while the former, advancing to his fair daughter-in-law, saluted her, as Lady Clockendow, then the torrent burst forth, and stupefied with surprise Lady Juliana suffered herself to be kissed and hugged by the whole host of aunts and nieces, while the very walls seemed to reverberate with the shouts, and the pugs in Macaw, who never failed to take part in every commotion, began to bark and scream in chorus. The old gentleman, clapping his hands to his ears, rushed out of the room. His son, cursing his aunts and everything around him, kicked Cupid, and gave the Macaw a box on the ear as he also quitted the apartment, with more appearance of anger than he had ever yet betrayed. The tumulted length began to subside. The Macaw's screams gave place to a low quavering croak, and the insulted pugs' yells yielded to a gentle whine. The aunts' obstreperous joy began to be chastened with fear for the consequences that might follow an abrupt disclosure, and while Lady Juliana condoled with her favourites, it was concerted between the prudent aunts that the joyful news should be broke to their niece in the most cautious manner possible. For that purpose Mrs. Grizzie and Jackie seated themselves on each side of her, and after Julie preparing their voices by sundry small hams, Mrs. Grizzie thus began, I'm sure, I declare, I dare say, my dear Lady Juliana, you must think we are all distracted. Her auditor made no attempt to contradict the supposition. We certainly ought to be sure to have been more cautious considering your delicate situation. But the joy, though indeed it seems cruel to say so, and I am sure you will sympathize, my dear niece, in the cause when you hear that it is occasioned by your poor neighbour, Big Glashon's death, which I'm sure was quite unexpected. Indeed, I declare I can't conceive how it came about. For Lady MacLachlan, who is an excellent judge of these things, thought he was really a remarkably stout-looking man for his time of life, and indeed, except occasional colds, which you know we are all subject to, I really never knew him complain. At the same time, I don't think, sister, you are taking the right method of communicating the intelligence to our niece, said Miss Jackie. You cannot communicate anything that would give me the least pleasure unless you could tell me that I was going to leave this place, cried Lady Juliana, in a voice of deep despondency. Indeed, if it can afford your ladyship so much pleasure to be at liberty to quit the hospitable mansion of your amiable husband's respectable father, said Miss Jackie, with an inflamed visage and outspread hands, you are at perfect liberty to depart when you think proper. The generosity, I may say, the munificence of my excellent brother, has now put it in your power to do as you please, and to form your own plans. Oh, delightful! exclaimed Lady Juliana, starting up. Now I shall be quite happy. Where's Harry? Does he know? Is he gone to order the carriage? Can we get away today? And she was flying out of the room when Miss Jackie caught her by one hand while Miss Grizzie secured the other. Oh, pray, don't detain me. I must find Harry, and I have all my things to put up, struggling to release herself from the grip of the sisters when the door opened and Harry entered, eager yet dreading to know the effects of the eclairsis annent. His surprise extreme at beholding his wife with her eyes sparkling, her cheeks glowing, and her whole countenance expressing extreme pleasure. Daring from her keepers, she bounded towards him with the wildest ejaculations of delight, while he stood alternately gazing at her, and asense, seeking by his eyes the explanation he feared to demand. My dearest Juliana, what is the meaning of all this? he at length articulated. Oh, you cunning thing! So you think I don't know that your father has given you a great, great quantity of money, and that we may go away whenever we please and do just as we like, and live in London and—and—oh, delightful!—and she bounded and skipped before the eyes of the petrified spinsters. In the name of heaven, what does all this mean? asked Henry, addressing his aunts, who for the first time in their lives were struck dumb by astonishment. But Miss Jackie, at length recollecting herself, turned to Lady Juliana, who was still testifying her delight by a variety of childish but graceful movements, and thus addressed her. Permit me to put a few questions to your ladyship, in presence of those who were witnessed of what has already passed. Oh, I can't endure to be asked questions, besides I have no time to answer them. Your ladyship must excuse me, but I can't permit you to leave this room under the influence of an error. Have the goodness to answer me the following questions, and you will then be at liberty to depart. Did I inform your ladyship that my brother had given my nephew a great quantity of money? Oh, yes! A great, great deal! I don't know how much, though. Did I? returned her interrogator. Come, come! Have done with all this confounded nonsense, exclaimed Henry passionately. Do you imagine I will allow Lady Juliana to stand here all day, to answer all the absurd questions that come into the heads of three old women? You stupefy and bewilder her with your eternal tattling and roundabout harangues, and he paced the room in a paroxysm of rage, while his wife suspended her dancing, and stood in breathless amazement. I declare, I'm sure, it's a thousand pitties there should have been any mistake-made wine to pour, Miss Grizzie. The only remedy is to explain the matter quickly, observed Miss Nicky, better late than never. I have done, said Miss Jackie, seating herself with much dignity. The short and the long of it is this, said Miss Nicky. My brother has not made Henry a present of money. I assure you, money is not so rife, but he has done what is much better for you both. He has made over to him that fine-thriving farm of poor MacLoshans. No money, repeated Lady Juliana in a disconsolate tone, then quickly brightening up. It would have been better to be sure to have had the money directly, but you know we can easily sell the estate. How long will it take, a week? Sell, clack-and-dow! exclaimed the three horror-struck daughters of the House of Douglas. Sell, clack-and-dow! Oh, oh, oh! What else could we do with it, inquired her ladyship? Live at it, to be sure, cried all three. Live at it, repeated she with a shriek of horror that vied with that of the spinsters. Live at it. Live on a thriving farm. Live all my life in such a place as this. Oh, the very thought is enough to kill me. There is no occasion to think or say any more about it, interrupted Henry in a calmer tone, and glancing round on his ants. I therefore desire no more may be said on the subject. And is this really all? And have you got no money? And are we not going away, guessed the disappointed Lady Julianna, as she gave way to a violent burst of tears that terminated in a fit of hysterics, at sight of which the good spinsters entirely forgot their wrath, and while one burnt feathers under her nose and another held her hands, a third drenched her in floods of Lady MacLachlan's hysteric water. After going through the regular routine, the lady's paroxysm subsided, and being carried to bed, she soon sobbed herself into a feverish slumber, in which state the harassed husband left her to attend a summons from his father. End of Chapter 11. Recording by Patty Cunningham. Chapter 12 of Marriage Volume 1. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Patty Cunningham. Marriage Volume 1 by Susan Edmundstone Ferrier. Chapter 12. See what delight in sylvan scenes appear. Pope. Happily, this life is best, sweetest to you, well corresponding with your stiff age. But unto us it is a cell of ignorance, a prison for a debtor. Symboline. He found the old gentleman in a no very complacent humor from the disturbances that had taken place, but the chief cause of which he was still in ignorance of. He, therefore, accosted his son withhold. What was the meaning of all that Skirling and Squealing I heard awhile ago? By my faith, there's no bear in this din. The beasts of your wife are enough to drive a body out of the judgement. But she must give the maggots when she becomes a farmer's wife. She must give sturks and stoats to make pets old. If she must, they're four-footed favourites, But to my mind it would set her better to be carried in a ways like wean in her arms than trailing a boat with the confounded dogs and parrots. Henry coloured, bit his lips, but made no reply to this elegant address of his father's, who continued, "'I sent for you, sir, to have some conversation about this farm of MacLashens, so sit down there till I show you the plans.' Hardly conscious of what he was doing, poor Henry gazed in silent confusion, as his father pointed out the various properties of this his future possession. Wholly occupied and debating within himself how he was to decline the offer without a downright quarrel, he heard without understanding a word all the old gentlemen's plans and proposals for building dykes, draining moss, et cetera, and perfectly unconscious of what he was doing, yielded a ready assent to all the improvements that were suggested. "'Then as for the hosts and offices, let me see,' continued the Laird, as he rolled up the plans of the farm, and pulled forth that of the dwelling-house from a bundle of papers. "'Hi, here it is. By my troth you'll be well lodged here. The house is in a manner quite new, for it has never had a brush upon it yet, and there's a buyer, faint a bit if I would mean the best man of the country to sleep there as self. A pause followed, during which Glenfern was busily employed in pouring over his parchment, then taking off his spectacles and surveying his son. "'And now, sir, that you've heard all the utes and the ins of the business, what think you your farm should bring you at the year's end? "'I—I—I'm sure I—I don't know,' stammered poor Henry, awakening from his reverie. "'Come, come, gie, you guess. I really—I cannot. I haven't the least idea. I desire, sir, you'll say something directly, that I may judge whether or not you have common sense,' cried the old gentleman angrily. "'I should suppose—I imagine—I don't suppose it will exceed seven or eight hundred a year,' said his son, in the greatest trepidation at this trial of his intellect. "'Seven or eight hundred divils?' cried the incensed lair, starting up and pushing his papers from him. "'By my faith! I believe you're a born idiot!' "'Seven or eight hundred pounds,' repeated he, at least a dozen times, as he whisked up and down the little apartment with extraordinary velocity, while poor Henry affected to be busily employed in gathering up the parchment with which the floor was strewed. "'I'll tell you what, sir,' continued he, stopping. "'You're no fit to manage a farm. You're as ignorant as your own cow, and as senseless as its cough. With good management, clock and dow should produce you twelve hundred and odd pounds yearly. But in your guiding I do tiffed it would yield the half. However, take it or want it. "'Mind me, sir, that's all you had to trust to in my lifetime, so you may make the most of it.' Various and painful were the emotions that struggled in Henry's breast at this declaration. Shame, regret, indignation, all burned within him. But the fear he entertained of his father, and the consciousness of his absolute dependence, chained his tongue while the bitter emotions that agitated him painted themselves legibly in his countenance. His father observed his agitation, and, mistaking the cause, felt somewhat softened at what he conceived his son's shame and penitence for his folly. He therefore extended his hand towards him, saying, "'Well, well, no more about it. Clock and dow's yours, as soon as I can put you in possession. In the meantime, stay still here, and welcome. I am much obliged to you for the officer. I feel very grateful for your kindness,' at length articulated his son. "'But I am, as you observe, so perfectly ignorant of country matters that I—I. In short, I am afraid I should make a bad hand of the business. No doubt, no doubt you would, if you was left to your own discretion. But you'll get more sense, and I shall put you up on a method, and provide you with grief. And if you're active and your wife managing, there's no fear of you. But Lady Juliana, sir, has never been accustomed. Let her serve an apprenticeship to your aunts. She couldn't be in a better school. But her education, sir, has been so different from what would be required in that station," resumed her husband, choking with vexation at the idea of his beautyous high-born bride being doomed to the drudgery of household cares. "'Education? What has her education been to make her different from other women? If a woman can nurse her bairns, make their clothes, and manage her hoosts, what may her need she do? If she can play a tune on the spinet, and dance a reel, and play a rubber at wist? No doubt these are accomplishments. But they are soon learnt. Education—whoa! I'll be bound, Lady Juliana, will make as good a figure by and by as the best dedicated woman in the country. But she dislikes the country, and should have soon come to like it. Wait a wee till she has a wee in bairns, and a whoso are on. And I'll be bound, she'll be as happy as the days long." But the climate does not agree with her, continued the tender husband, almost driven to extremities by the persevering simplicity of his father. Stay a wee till she gets to Klockendow. There's no a finer, freer-eared situation in all of Scotland. The air is sharpish, to be sure, but fine in bracing. And you have a bra, Pete Moss, at your back, to keep you warm. Finding it in vain to attempt insinuating his objections to a pastoral life, or Henry was at length reduced to the necessity of coming to the point with the old gentleman, and telling him plainly that it was not at all suited to his inclinations, or Lady Juliana's rank in beauty. Vane would be the attempt to paint the fiery wrath and indignation of the ancient Highlander as the naked truth stood revealed before him, that his son despised the occupation of his fathers, even the feeding of sheep and the breeding of black cattle, and that his high-born spouse was above fulfilling those duties which he had ever considered the chief end for which woman was created. He swore, stamped, screamed, and even skipped with rage, and in short went through all the evolutions as usually performed by testy old gentlemen on first discovering that they have disobedient sons and undutiful daughters. Henry, who though uncommonly good-tempered, inherited a portion of his father's warmth, became at length irritated at the invectives that were so liberally bestowed on him, and replied in language less respectful than the old Laird was accustomed to hear, and the altercation became so violent that they parted in mutual anger. Henry, returning to his wife's apartment in a state of the greatest disquietude he had ever known, to her childish complaints and tiresome complaints he no longer vouchsafed to reply, but paced the chamber with a disordered mean in sullen silence, till at length, distracted by her reproaches, and disgusted with her selfishness, he rushed from the apartment and quitted the house. Twice had the dinner bell been loudly sounded by old Donald, and the family of Glenfern were all assembled, yet their fashionable guests had not appeared. Impatient of delay, Miss Jackie hastened to ascertain the cause. Presently she returned in the utmost perturbation, and announced that Lady Juliana was in bed in a high fever, and Henry nowhere to be found. The whole eight rushed upstairs to ascertain the fact, leaving the old gentleman much discomposed at this unseasonable delay. Some time elapsed ere they again returned, which they did with lengthened faces and in extreme perturbation. They had found their noble niece, according to Miss Jackie's report, in bed, according to Miss Grizzie's opinion, in a brain fever, as she no sooner perceived them enter than she covered her head with the bedclothes and continued screaming for them to be gone till they had actually quitted the apartment. And what proves beyond a doubt that our sweet niece is not herself, continued poor Miss Grizzie, in a lamentable tone, is that we appeared to her in every form but our own. She sometimes took us for cats, then thought we were ghosts haunting her. And in short it is impossible to tell all the things she called us, and she screams so for Harry to come and take her away that I am sure, I declare, I don't know what's come over her. Mrs. Douglas could scarce suppress a smile at the simplicity of the good spinsters. Her husband and she had gone out immediately after breakfast to pay a visit a few miles off, and did not return till near the dinner hour. They were therefore ignorant of all that had been acted during their absence. But as she suspected something was amiss, she requested the rest of the company would proceed to dinner and leave her to ascertain the nature of Lady Juliana's disorder. Don't come near me, shrieked her ladyship on hearing the door open. Send Harry to take me away. I don't want anybody but Harry. An atorant of tears, sobs, and exclamations followed. My dear Juliana, said Mrs. Douglas softly approaching the bed, compose yourself, and if my present is disagreeable to you I shall immediately withdraw. Oh, is it you? cried her sister-in-law, uncovering her face at the sound of her voice. I thought it had been these frightful old women come to torment me, and I shall die, I know I shall, if ever I look at them again. But I don't dislike you. So you may stay if you choose, though I don't want anybody but Harry to come and take me away. A fresh fit of sobbing here impeded her utterance, and Mrs. Douglas compassionating her distress, while she despised her folly, seated herself by the bedside, and taking her hand in the sweetest tone of complacency attempted to soothe her into composure. The only way in which you can be less miserable, said Mrs. Douglas in a soothing tone, is to support your present situation with patience, which you may do by looking forward to brighter prospects. It is possible that your stay here may be short, and it is certain that it is in your own power to render your life more agreeable by endeavouring to accommodate yourself to the peculiarities of your husband's family. No doubt they are often tiresome and ridiculous, but they are always kind and well-meaning. You may say what you please, but I think them all odious creatures, and I won't live here with patience, and I shan't be agreeable to them, and all the talking in the world won't make me less miserable. If you were me, you would be just the same. But you have never been in London, that's the reason. Pardon me, replied your sister-in-law. I spent many years of my life there. You lived in London, repeated Lady Juliana in astonishment, and how, then, can you contrive to exist here? I not only contrive to exist, but to be extremely contented with existence, said Mrs. Douglas with a smile, then assuming a more serious air. I possess health, peace of mind, and the affections of a worthy husband, and I should be very undeserving of these blessings, were I to give way to useless regrets or indulgent, impious repinings, because my happiness might once have been more perfect, and still admits of improvement. I don't understand you, said Lady Juliana with a peevish yawn. Who did you live with in London? With my aunt, Lady Oddly. With Lady Oddly, repeated her sister-in-law in accents of astonishment, why, I have heard of her. She lived quite in the world, and gave balls in assemblies. So that's the reason you are not so disagreeable as the rest of them. Why did you not remain with her? Or marry an Englishman? But I suppose, like me, you didn't know what Scotland was. Happy to have excited an interest, even through the medium of childish curiosity in the bosom of her fashionable relative, Mrs. Douglas briefly related such circumstances of her past life as she judged proper to communicate. But as she sought rather to amuse than instruct by her simple narrative, we shall allow her to pursue her charitable intentions while we do more justice to her character by introducing her regularly to the acquaintance of our readers. History of Mrs. Douglas The selfish heart deserves the pang it feels. More generous sorrow, while it sinks, exalts, and conscious virtue mitigates the pang. Young Mrs. Douglas was, on the maternal side, related to an English family. Her mother had died in giving birth to her, and her father, shortly after, falling in the service of his country, she had been consigned in infancy to the care of her aunt. Lady Audley had taken charge of her, on condition that she should never be claimed by her Scottish relations, for whom that lady entertained as much aversion as contempt. A latent feeling of affection for her departed sister, and a large portion of family pride, had prompted her wish of becoming the protectress of her orphan niece, and possessed of a high sense of rectitude and honour, she fulfilled the duty thus voluntarily imposed in a manner that secured the unshaken gratitude of the virtuous Alicia. Lady Audley was a character more esteemed and feared than loved, even by those with whom she was most intimate. Firm, upright, and rigid, she exacted from others those inflexible virtues which in herself she found no obstacle to performing. Neglecting these softer attractions, which shed their benign influence over the commerce of social life, she was content to enjoy the extorted esteem of her associates, for friends she had none. She sought in the world for objects to fill up the void which her heart could not supply. She loved a and had succeeded in creating herself an existence of importance in the circles of high life, which she considered more as due to her consequence than essential to her enjoyment. She had early in life been left a widow, with the sole tutelage and management of an only son, whose largest state she regulated with the most admirable prudence and judgment. Alicia Malcolm was put under the care of her aunt at two years of age. A governess had been procured for her, whose character was such as not to impair the promising dispositions of her pupil. Alicia was gifted by nature with a warm affection at heart and a calm imagination, a tempered its influence. Her governess, a woman of a strong understanding and enlarged mind, early instilled into her a deep and strong sense of religion, and to it she owed the support which had safely guided her through the most trying vicitudes. When, at the age of seventeen, Alicia Malcolm was produced in the world, she was a rational, cheerful, and sweet-tempered girl, with a finely formed person, and accountinance in which was so clearly painted the sunshine of her breast, that it attracted the bien balance even of those who had not taste or judgment to define the charm. Her open natural manner, blending the frankness of the Scotch, with the polish reserve of the English woman, her total exemption from vanity, calculated a like to please others and maintain her own cheerfulness undimmed by a single cloud. Lady Oddly felt for her niece a sentiment which she mistook for affection. Her self-approbation was gratified at the contemplation of a being who owed every advantage to her, in whom she had rescued from the coarseness and vulgarity which she deemed inseparable from the manners of every Scotch woman. If Lady Oddly really loved any human being, it was her son. In him were centered her dearest interests, on his aggrandizement and future importance hung her most sanguine hopes. She had acted contrary to the advice of her male relations, and followed her own judgment by giving her son a private education. He was brought up under her own eye by a tutor of deep erudition, but who was totally unfitted for forming the mind, and compensating for those advantages which may be derived from a public education. The circumstances of his education, however, combined rather to stifle the exposure than to destroy the existence of some very dangerous qualities that seemed inherent in Sir Edmund's nature. He was ardent, impetuous, and passionate, though these propensities were cloaked by a reserve, partly natural, and partly arising from his mother and tutor. His was not the effervescence of character which bursts forth on every trivial occasion, but when any powerful cause awakened the slumbering inmates of his breast, they blazoned with an uncontrolled fury that defied all opposition, and overleapt all bounds of reason and decorum. Experience often shows us that minds formed of the most opposite attributes more forcibly attract each other than those which appear cast in the same mold. The source of this fascination is difficult to trace. It possesses not reason for its basis, yet is perhaps the most tyrannical in its influence from that very cause. The weakness of our natures occasionally makes us feel a potent charm in errors of a noble mind. Sir Edmund Oddly and Alicia Malcolm proved examples of this observation. The affection of childhood had so gradually ripened into a warmer sentiment that neither was conscious of the nature of that sentiment till after it had attained strength to cast a material influence on their afterlives. The familiarity of near relatives associating constantly together produced a warm sentiment of affection cemented by similarity of pursuits and enlivened by diversity of character, while the perfect tranquility of their lives afforded no event that could withdraw the veil of ignorance from their eyes. Could a woman of Lady Oddly's discernment, it may be asked, place two young persons in such a situation and doubt the consequences? Those who are no longer young are liable to forget that love is a plant of early growth, and that the individuals that they have but a short time before, beheld placing their supreme felicity on a rattle and a go-cart, can so soon be actuated by the strongest passions of the human breast. Sir Edmund completed his nineteenth year, and Alicia entered her eighteenth, when this happy state of unconscious security was destroyed by a circumstance which rent the veil from her eyes, and disclosed his sentiments in all their energy and warmth. This circumstance was no other than a proposal of marriage to Alicia from a gentleman of large fortune and brilliant connections who resided in their neighbourhood. His character was as little calculated as his appearance to engage the affections of a young woman of delicacy and good sense, but he was a man of consequence, heir to an earldom, member for the country, and Lady Oddly, rejoicing at what she termed Alicia's good fortune, determined that she should become his wife. With mild firmness she rejected the honour intended her, but it was with difficulty that Lady Oddly's mind could adopt or understand the idea of an opposition to her wishes. She could not seriously embrace the conviction that Alicia was determined to disobey her, and in order to bring her to a right understanding she underwent a system of persecution that tended naturally to increase the antipathy her suitor had inspired. Lady Oddly, with the indiscriminating zeal of prejudiced and overbearing persons, strove to recommend him to her niece by all those attributes which were of value in her own eyes, making allowance for a certain degree of indecision in her niece, but never admitting a doubt that in due time her will should be obeyed, as it had always hitherto been. At this juncture Sir Edmund came down to the country, and was struck by the altered looks and pensive manners of his once cheerful cousin. About a week after his arrival he found Alicia one morning in tears, after a long conversation with Lady Oddly. Sir Edmund tenderly soothed her, and entreated to be made acquainted with the cause of her distress. She was so habituated to impart every thought to her cousin, the intimacy and sympathy of their souls were so entire, that she would not have concealed the late occurrence from him had she not been withheld by the natural timidity and delicacy a young woman feels in making her own conquests the subject of conversation. But now, so pathetically and irresistibly persuaded by Sir Edmund, and sensible that every distress of hers wounded his heart, Alicia candidly related to him the pursuit of her disagreeable suitor, and the importunities of Lady Oddly in his favour. Every word she had spoken had more and more dispelled the mist that had so long hung over Sir Edmund's inclinations. At the first mention of a suitor he had felt that to be hers was a happiness that comprised all others, and that the idea of losing her made the whole of existence appear a frightful blank. These feelings were no sooner known to himself than spontaneously poured into her delighted ears, while she felt that every sentiment met a kindred one in her breast. Alicia sought not a moment to disguise those feelings, which she now, for the first time, became aware of. They were known to the object of her innocent affection as soon as to herself, and both were convinced that, though not conscious before of the nature of their sentiments, love had long been mistaken for friendship in their hearts. But this state of blissful serenity did not last long. On the evening of the following day Lady Oddly sent for her to her dressing-room. On entering Alicia was panic struck at her aunt's pale countenance, fiery eyes, and frame convulsed with passion. With difficulty Lady Oddly, struggling for calmness, demanded an instant and decided reply to the proposals of Mr. Compton, the gentleman who had solicited her hand. Alicia entreated her aunt to waive the subject, as she founded impossible ever to consent to such a union. Scarcely was her answer uttered when Lady Oddly's anger burst forth uncontrollably. She accused her niece of the vilest ingratitude in having seduced her son from the obedience he owed his mother, of having plotted to allay her base scotch blood to the noble blood of the Oddly's, and having exhausted every appropriate epithet, she was forced to stop from one of breath to proceed. As Alicia listened to the cruel, unfounded reproaches of her aunt, her spirit rose under the unmerited ill usage, but her conscience absolved her from all intention of injuring or deceiving a human being, and she calmly waited till Lady Oddly's anger should have exhausted itself, and then entreated to know what part of her conduct had excited her aunt's displeasure. Lady Oddly's reply was diffuse and intemperate. Alicia gathered from it that her rage had its source in a declaration her son had made to her of his affection for his cousin, and his resolution of marrying her as soon as he was of age, which open a vowel of his sentiments had followed Lady Oddly's injunctions to him to forward the suit of Mr. Compton. That her son, for whom she had in view one of the first matches in the kingdom, should dare to choose for himself, and above all to choose one whom she considered as much his inferior in birth as she was in fortune, was a circumstance quite insupportable to her feelings. Of the existence of love Lady Oddly had little conception, and she attributed her son's conduct to willful disobedience and obstinacy. In proportion, as she had hitherto found him complying and gentle, her wrath had kindled at his present firmness and inflexibility. So bitter were her reflections on his conduct, so severe her animate versions on the being he loved, that Sir Edmund, fired with resentment, expressed his resolution of acting according to the dictates of his own will, and expressed his contempt for her authority in terms the most unequivocal. Lady Oddly, ignorant of the arts of persuasion, by every word she uttered, more and more widened the breach her imperiousness had occasioned, until Sir Edmund, feeling himself no longer master of his temper, announced his intention of leaving the house, to allow his mother time to reconcile herself to the inevitable misfortune of beholding him the husband of Elisha Malcolm. He instantly ordered his horses and departed, leaving the following letter for his cousin. I have been compelled by motives of prudence, of which you are the sole object, to depart without seeing you. My absence became necessary from the unexpected conduct of Lady Oddly, which has led me so near to forgetting that she was my mother, that I dare not remain and subject myself to excesses of temper which I might afterwards repent. Two years must elapse before I can become legally my own master, and should Lady Oddly so far depart from the dictates of cool judgment as still to oppose what she knows to be inevitable, I fear that we cannot meet till then. My heart is well known to you, therefore I need not enlarge on the pain I feel at this unlooked-for separation. At the same time I am cheered with the prospect of the unspeakable happiness that awaits me, the possession of your hand, and the confidence I feel in your constancy is in proportion to the certainty I experience in my own. I cannot therefore fear that any of the means which may be put in practice to disunite us will have more effect on you than on me. Looking forward to the moment that shall make you mine forever, I remain with steady confidence and unspeakable affection, your Edmund Oddly. With a trembling frame Elisha handed the note to Lady Oddly, and begged leave to retire for a short time, expressing her willingness to reply at another moment to any question her aunt might choose to put to her with regard to her engagement with Sir Edmund. In the solitude of her own chamber Elisha gave way to those feelings of wretchedness which she had with difficulty stifled in the presence of Lady Oddly, unbitterly wept over the extinction of her bright and newly formed visions of felicity. To yield to unmerited ill usage, or to crouch beneath imperious and self-arrogated power, was not in the nature of Elisha. And had Lady Oddly been a stranger to her, the path of duty would have been less intricate. However, much her own pride might have been wounded by entering into a family which considered her as an intruding beggar, never would she have consented to sacrifice the virtuous inclinations of the man she loved to the will of an arrogant and imperious mother. But alas! the case was far different. The recent ill treatment she had experienced from Lady Oddly could not have faced from her noble mind the recollection of benefits conferred from the earliest period of her life, and of unvarying attention to her welfare. To her aunt she owed all but existence. She had wholly supported her, bestowed on her the most liberal education, and from Lady Oddly spring every pleasure she had hitherto enjoyed. Had she been brought up by her paternal relations, she would in all probability never have beheld her cousin, and the mother and son might have lived in uninterrupted concord. Could she be the person to inflict on Lady Oddly the severest disappointment she could experience? The thought was too dreadful to bear. And knowing that procrastination could but increase her misery, no sooner had she felt convinced of the true nature of her duty, than she made a steady resolution to perform and to adhere to it. Lady Oddly had vowed that while she had life in her she could never give her consent and approbation to her son's marriage. And Alisha was too well acquainted with her disposition to have the faintest expectation that she would relent. But to remain any longer under her protection was impossible, and she resolved to anticipate any proposal of that sort from her protectress. End of Chapter 13, Part 1. Recording by Patty Cunningham. When Lady Oddly's passion had somewhat cooled, she again sent for Alisha. She began by repeating her eternal enmity to the marriage in a manner impressive to the greatest degree, and still more decisive in its form by the cool collectedness of her manner. She then desired to hear what Alisha had to say in exculpation of her conduct. The profound sorrow which filled the heart of Alisha left no room for timidity or indecision. She answered her without hesitation and embarrassment, and asserted her innocence of all deceit in such a manner as to leave no doubt at least of honorable proceeding. In a few impressive words she proved herself sensible of the benefits her aunt had through life conferred upon her. And while she openly professed to think herself in the present instance deeply wronged, she declared her determination of never uniting herself to her cousin without Lady Oddly's permission which she felt convinced was unattainable. She then proceeded to ask where she should deem it most advisable for her to reside in the future. Happy to find her wishes thus prevented, the unfeeling aunt expressed her satisfaction at Alisha's good sense and discretion, represented in what she thought glowing colors, the unheard of presumption it would have been in her, to take advantage of Sir Edmund's momentary infatuation, and then launched out into details of her ambitious views for him in a matrimonial alliance, views which she affected now to consider without obstacle. Alisha interrupted the painful and unfeeling harangue. It was neither, she said, for Sir Edmund's advantage, nor to gratify his mother's pride, but to perform the dictates of her own conscience that she had resigned him. She even ventured to declare that the sharpest pang which that resignation had cost her was the firm conviction that it would inflict upon him a deep and lasting sorrow. Lady Oddly convinced that moderate measures would be most likely to ensure a continuation of Alisha's obedience expressed herself grieved at the necessity of parting with her, and pleased that she should have the good sense to perceive the propriety of such a separation. Sir Duncan Malcolm, the grandfather of Alisha, had in the few communications that had passed between Lady Oddly and him, always expressed a wish to see his granddaughter before he died. Her ladyship's antipathy to Scotland was such that she would have deemed it absolute contamination for her niece to have entered the country, and she had therefore always eluded the request. It was now of all plans the most eligible, and she graciously offered to convey her niece as far as Edinburgh. The journey was immediately settled, and before Alisha left her aunt's presence a promise was exacted with unfeeling tenacity, and given with melancholy firmness never to unite herself to Sir Edmund, unsanctioned by his mother. Alas, how imperfect is human wisdom! Even in seeking to do right how many are the errors we commit! Alisha judged wrong in thus sacrificing the happiness of Sir Edmund to the pride and injustice of his mother, but her error was that of a noble self-denying spirit, entitled to respect even though it cannot claim approbation. The honourable open conduct of her niece had so far gained upon Lady Oddly that she did not object to her writing to Sir Edmund. Dear Sir Edmund, a painful line of conduct is pointed out to me by duty. Yet of all the regrets I feel, not one is so poignant as the consciousness of that which you will feel at learning that I have forever resigned the claims you so lately gave me to your heart and hand. It was not weakness, it could not be inconstancy, that produced the painful sacrifice of a distinction still more gratifying to my heart than flattering to my pride. Need I remind you that to your mother I owe every benefit in life? Nothing can release me from the tribute of gratitude which would be ill-repaid by braving her authority and despising her will. Should I give her reason to regret the hour she received me under her roof? To repent of every benefit she has hitherto bestowed on me? Should I draw down a mother's displeasure? What reasonable hopes could we entertain of solid peace through life? I am not in a situation which entitles me to question the justice of Lady Odley's will, and that will has pronounced that I shall never be Sir Edmund's wife. Your first impulse may perhaps be to accuse me of coldness and ingratitude in quitting the place and country you inhabit, and resigning you back to yourself without personally taking leave of you, but I trust that you will, on reflection, absolve me from the charge. Could I have had any grounds to suppose that a personal interview would be productive of comfort to you? I would have joyfully supported the sufferings that would have inflicted on myself. But question your own heart as to the use you would have made of such a meeting. Bear in mind that Lady Odley has my solemn promise never to be yours, a promise not lightly given. Then imagine what must have been an interview between us under such circumstances. In proof of an affection which I can have no reason to doubt, I conjure you to listen to the last request I shall ever make to my dear cousin. Give me the heartfelt satisfaction to know that my departure has put an end to those disagreements between mother and son of which I have been the innocent cause. You have no reason to blame Lady Odley for this last step of mine. I have not been intimidated. Threats, believe me, never would have extorted from me a promise to renounce you, had not virtue herself dictated the sacrifice. And my reward will spring from the conviction that, as far as my judgment could discern, I have acted right. Forget I entreat you, this inauspicious passion. Resolve like me to resign yourself without murmuring to what is now past recall. And instead of indulging melancholy, regained by a timely exertion of mind and body, that serenity which is the portion of those who have obeyed the dictates of rectitude. Farewell, Sir Edmund. May every happiness attend your future life. While I strive to forget my ill-fated affection, the still stronger feelings of gratitude and esteem for you can never fade from the heart of Alisha Malcolm. To say that no tears were shed during the composition of this letter would be to overstrain fortitude beyond natural bounds. With difficulty Alisha checked the effusions of her pen. She wished to have said much more, and to have soothed the agony of renunciation by painting with warmth her tenderness and her regret. But reason urged, that in exciting his feelings and displaying her own, she would defeat the chief purpose of her letter. She hastily closed and directed it, with a feeling almost akin to despair. The necessary arrangements for the journey having been hastily made, the ladies set out two days after Sir Edmund had so hastily quitted them. The uncomplaining Alisha buried her woes in her own bosom, and neither murmurs on the one hand nor reproaches on the other were heard. At the end of four days the travellers entered Scotland, and when they stopped for the night, Alisha, fatigued and dispirited, retired immediately to her apartment. She had been there but a few minutes when the chambermaid knocked at the door and informed her that she was wanted below. Supposing that Lady Oddly had sent for her, she followed the girl without observing that she was conducted in an opposite direction. When, upon entering an apartment, what was her astonishment at finding herself, not in the presence of Lady Oddly, but in the arms of Sir Edmund? In the utmost agitation she sought to disengage herself from his almost frantic embrace, while he poured forth a torrent of rapturous exclamations and swore that no human power should ever divide them again. I have followed your steps, dearest Alisha, from the moment I received your letter. We are now in Scotland, in this blessed land of liberty. Everything is arranged. The clergyman is now in waiting, and in five minutes you shall be my own beyond the power of fate to sever us. Too much agitated to reply, Alisha wept in silence, and in the delight of once more beholding him she had thought never more to behold. Forgot for a moment the duty she had imposed upon herself. But the native energy of her character returned. She raised her head and attempted to withdraw from the encircling arms of her cousin. Never until you have vowed to be mine, the clergyman, the carriage, everything is in readiness, speak but the word, dearest, and he knelt at her feet. At this juncture the door opened, and pale with rage, her eyes flashing fire, Lady Oddly stood before them. A dreadful scene now ensued. Sir Edmund disdained to enter into any justification of his conduct, or even to reply to the invectives of his mother, but lavish the most tender assiduities on Alisha, who, overcome more by the conflicts of her own heart than with alarm at Lady Oddly's violence, sat the pale and silent image of consternation. Baffled by her son's indignant disregard, Lady Oddly turned all her fury on her niece, and in the most approprious terms that rage could invent upbraided her with deceit and treachery, accusing her of making her pretended submission instrumental to the more speedy accomplishment of her marriage. Too much in sense to reply, Sir Edmund seized his cousin's hand, and was leading her from the room. Go then! Go! Marry her! But first hear me swear, solemnly swear, and she raised her hand and eyes to heaven, that my malediction shall be your portion. Speak but the word, and no power shall make me withhold it. Dear Edmund, exclaimed Alisha distractedly, never ought I have allowed time for the terrifying words that have fallen from Lady Oddly's lips. Never for me shall your mother's malediction fall on you. Farewell for ever, and with the strength of desperation she rushed past him and quitted the room. Sir Edmund madly followed but in vain. Alisha's feelings were too highly wrought at that moment to be touched even by the man she loved. And, without an additional pang, she saw him throw himself into the carriage, which he had destined for so different a purpose, and quit forever the woman he adored. It may easily be conceived of how painful a nature must have been the future intercourse betwixt Lady Oddly and her niece. The former seemed to regard her victim with that haughty distance which the unrelenting oppressor never fails to entertain towards the object of his tyranny, while even the gentle Alisha on her part shrank with ill-concealed abhorrence from the presence of that being whose stern decree had blasted all the fairest blossoms of her happiness. Alisha was received with affection by her grandfather, and she labored to drive away the heavy despondency which pressed on her spirits by studying his taste in humours, and striving to contribute to his comfort and amusement. Sir Duncan had chosen the time of Alisha's arrival to transact some business, and instead of returning immediately to the Highlands, he determined to remain some weeks in Edinburgh for her amusement. But little attractive as dissipation had been, it was now absolutely repugnant to Alisha. She loathed the idea of mixing in scenes of amusement with a heart incapable of joy, a spirit indifferent to every object that surrounded her, and in solitude alone she expected gradually to regain her peace of mind. In the amusements of the gay season of Edinburgh, Alisha expected to find all the vanity, emptiness, and frivolity of London dissipation, without its varied brilliancy and elegant luxury. Yet so much was at the habit of her mind to look to the fairest side of things, and to extract some advantage from every situation in which she was placed, that pensive and thoughtful as was her disposition, the discriminating only perceived her deep dejection, while all admired her benevolence of manner and unaffected desire to please. By degrees, Alisha found that in some points she had been inaccurate in her idea of the style of living of those who formed the best society of Edinburgh. The circle is so confined that its members are almost universally known to each other, and those various graduations of gentility from the city's snug party to the duchess's most crowded assembly, all totally distinct and separate, which are to be met within London, have no prototype in Edinburgh, there the ranks and fortunes being more on inequality, no one is able greatly to exceed his neighbor in luxury and extravagance. Great magnificence and the consequent gratification produced by the envy of others being out of the question, the object for which a reunion of individuals was originally invented, becomes less of a secondary consideration. Private parties for the actual purpose of society and conversation are frequent, and answer the destined end, and in the societies of professed amusement are to be met the learned, the studious, and the rational, not presented as shows to the company by the host and hostess, but professedly seeking their own gratification. Still the lack of beauty, fashion, and elegance disappoint the stranger accustomed to their brilliant combination in a London world. But Alisha had long since sickened in the metropolis, at the frivolity of beauty, the heartlessness of fashion, and the insipidity of elegance. And it was a relief to her to turn to the variety of character she found beneath the cloak of simple, eccentric, and sometimes coarse manners. We are never long so totally abstracted by our own feelings as to be unconscious of the attempts of others to please us. In Alisha, to be conscious of it and to be grateful was the same movement, yet she was sensible that so many persons could not in that short period have become seriously interested in her. The observation did not escape her how much an English stranger is looked up to for fashion and taste in Edinburgh, though possessing little merit saved that of being English. Yet she felt gratified and thankful for the kindness and attention that greeted her appearance on all sides. Amongst the many who expressed good will towards Alisha, there were a few whose kindness and real affection failed not to meet with a return from her, and others whose rich and varied powers of mind for the first time afforded her a true specimen of the exalting enjoyment produced by a communion of intellect. She felt the powers of her understanding enlarge in proportion, and with this mental activity she sought to solace the langer of her heart and save it from the listlessness of despair. Alisha had been about six weeks in Edinburgh when she received a letter from Lady Audley. No illusions were made to the past. She wrote upon general topics in the cold manner that might be used to a common acquaintance, and slightly named her son as having set out upon a tour to the Continent. Alisha's heart was heavy as she read the heartless letter of the woman whose cruelty had not been able to eradicate wholly from her breast the strong, durable affection of early habit. Sir Duncan and Alisha spent two months in Edinburgh, at the end of which time they went to his country's seat in—sure. The adjacent country was picturesque, and Sir Duncan's residence, the bearing marks of the absence of taste and comfort in its arrangements, possessed much natural beauty. Two years of tranquil seclusion had passed over her head when her dormant feeling were all aroused by a letter from Sir Edmund. It informed her, that he was now of age, that his affection remained unalterable, that he was newly arrived from abroad, and that not withstanding the death blow she had given to his hopes he could not refrain on returning to his native land from assuring her that he was resolved never to pay his addresses to any other woman. He concluded, by declaring his intent, on of presenting himself at once to Sir Duncan, and soliciting his permission to claim her hand. When all scruples relating to Lady Oddly Must from her change of abode be at an end. Alisha read the letter with grateful affection and poignant regret. Again she shed bitter tears of disappointment at the hard task of refusing for a second time so noble in affection at a heart. But conscience whispered that to hold a passive line of conduct would be, in some measure, to deceive Lady Oddly's expectations, and she felt, with exquisite anguish, that she had no means to put a final stop to Sir Edmund's pursuits and to her own trials, but by bestowing her hand on another. The first dawning of this idea was accomplished by the most violent burst of anguish, but far from driving away the painful subject she strove to render it less appalling by dwelling upon it, and laboring to reconcile herself to what seemed her only plan of conduct. She acknowledged to herself that, to remain still single, a prey to Sir Edmund's importunities and the continual temptations of her own heart, was for the sake of present indulgence submitting to a fiery ordeal, from which she could not escape unblameable without the most repeated and agonizing conflicts. Three months still remained for her of peace and liberty, after which Sir Duncan would go to Edinburgh. There she would be sure of meeting with the loved companion of her youthful days, and the lurking weakness of her own breast would then be seconded by the passionate eloquence of the being she most loved and admired upon earth. She wrote to him, repeating her former arguments, declaring that she could never feel herself absolved from the promise she had given Lady Audley but by that lady herself, and imploring him to abandon a pursuit which would be productive only of lasting pain to both. Her arguments, her representations, all failed in their effect on Sir Edmund's impetuous character. His answer was short and decided, the purport of it, that he should see her in Edinburgh, the moment she arrived there. My fate is then fixed, thought Alisha as she read this letter. I must finish the sacrifice. The more severe had been the struggle between love and victorious duty, the more firmly was she determined to maintain this dear-bought victory. Alisha's resolution of marrying was now decided, and the opportunity was not wanting. She had become acquainted during the preceding winter in Edinburgh with Major Douglas, eldest son of Mr. Douglas of Glenfern. He had then paid her the most market attention, and since her return to the country had been a frequent visitor at Sir Duncan's. At length he avowed his partiality, which was heard by Sir Duncan with pleasure, by Alisha with dread and submission, yet she felt less repugnance toward him than to any other of her suitors. He was pleasing in his person, quiet and simple in his manners, and his character stood high for integrity, good temper, and plain sense. The sequel requires little further detail. Alisha Malcolm became the wife of Archibald Douglas. An eternal constancy is a thing so rare to be met with that persons who desire that sort of reputation strive to obtain it by nourishing the ideas that recall the passion, even though guilt and sorrow should go hand in hand with it. But Alisha, far from peeking herself in the lovelorn pensiveness she might have assumed had she yielded to the impulse of her feelings, diligently strove not only to make up her mind to the lot which had devolved to her, but to bring it to such a frame of cheerfulness as should enable her to contribute to her husband's happiness. When the soul is no longer buffeted by the storms of hope or fear, when all is fixed unchangeably for life, sorrow for the past will never long prey on a pious and well-regulated mind. If Alisha lost the buoyant spirit of youth, the bright and quick play of fancy, yet a placid contentment crowned her days, and at the end of two years she would have been astonished had anyone marked her as an object of compassion. She scarcely ever heard from Lady Odley, and in the few letters her aunt had favoured her with, she gave favourable, though vague, accounts of her son. Alisha did not court a more unreserved communication, and had long since taught herself to hope that he was now happy. Soon after their marriage Major Douglas quitted the army upon succeeding to a small estate on the banks of Loch Marley by the death of an uncle, and there, in the calm seclusion of domestic life, Mrs. Douglas found that peace which might have been denied her amid gayer scenes. CHAPTER XIV And joyous was the scene in early summer. Maydock. On Henry's return from his solitary ramble, Mrs. Douglas learnt from him the cause of the misunderstanding that had taken place, and judging that, in the present state of affairs, a temporary separation might be of use to both parties, as they were now about to return home. She proposed to her husband to invite his brother and Lady Juliana to follow, and spend a few weeks with them at Loch Marley Cottage. The invitation was eagerly accepted, for though Lady Juliana did not anticipate any positive pleasure from the change, still she thought that every place must be more agreeable than her present abode, especially as she stipulated for the utter exclusion of the aunts from the party. To atone for this mortification, Miss Becky was invited to fill the vacant seat in the carriage, and accordingly, with a cargo of strong shoes, great coats, and a large workbag well stuffed with white seam, she took her place at the appointed hour. The day they had chosen for their expedition was one that sent a summer feeling to the heart. The air was soft and genial, not a cloud stained the bright azure of the heavens, and the sun shone out in all his splendor, shedding life and beauty even over all the desolate, heath-clad hills of Glenfern. But after they had journeyed a few miles, suddenly emerging from the valley a scene of matchless beauty burst it once upon the eye. Before them lay the dark blue waters of Loch Marley, reflecting as in a mirror every surrounding object, and bearing on its placid, transparent bosom a fleet of herring-boats, the drapery of whose black suspended nets contrasted with picturesque effect the white sails of the larger vessels, which were vainly spread to catch a breeze, all around rocks, meadows, woods, and hills, mingled in wild and lovely irregularity. On a projecting point of land stood a little fishing village, its white cottages reflected in the glassy waters that almost surrounded it, on the opposite side of the lake, or rather estuary, and bosomed in wood rose the lofty turrets of Loch Marley Castle, while here and there, perched on some mountain's brow, were to be seen the shepherd's lonely hut, and the heath covered summer shealing. Not a breath was stirring, not a sound was heard saved the rushing of a waterfall, the tinkling of some silver rivulet, or the calm rippling of the tranquil lake. Now and then, at intervals, the fisherman's gaelic diddy chanted as he lay stretched on the sand in some sunny nook, or the shrill distant sound of childish glee, how delicious to the feeling heart, to behold so fair a scene of unsophisticated nature, and to listen to her voice alone breathing the accents of innocence and joy. But none of the party who now gazed on it had minds capable of being touched with the emotions it was calculated to inspire. Henry, indeed, was rapturous in his expressions of admiration, but he concluded his pentagerics by wondering his brother did not keep a cutter, and resolving to pass a night on board one of the herring boats that he might eat the fish in perfection. Lady Juliana thought it might be very pretty, if instead of those frightful rocks and shabby cottages, there could be villas and gardens and lawns and conservatories, and summer houses and statues. Miss Becky observed, if it was hers, she would cut down the woods and level the hills, and have races. The road wound along the sides of the lake, sometimes overhung with banks of natural wood, which, though scarcely budding, grew so thick as to exclude the prospect. In other places, surmounted by large masses of rock festooned with ivy, and embroidered by mosses of a thousand hues that glittered under the little mountain streamlets, two miles farther on stood the simple mansion of Mr. Douglas. It was situated in a wild sequestered nook formed by a little bay at the farther end of the lake. On three sides it was surrounded by wooded hills that offered a complete shelter from every nipping blast. To the south, the lawn sprinkled with trees and shrubs, sloped gradually down to the water. At the door they were met by Mrs. Douglas, who welcomed then with the most affectionate cordiality, and conducted them into the house through a little circular hall filled with flowering shrubs and foreign plants. How delightful! exclaimed Lady Juliana as she stopped to inhale the rich fragrance. Moss roses! I do delight in them, twisting off a rich cluster of flowers and buds in token of her affection. And I quite dot upon heliotrope, gathering a handful of flowers as she spoke. Then extending her hand towards a most luxuriant caped jessamine. I really must petition you to spare this, my favorite child, said her sister-in-law as she gently withheld her arm. And to tell you the truth, dear Lady Juliana, you have already infringed the rules of my little conservatory, which admit only of the gratification of two senses—seeing and smelling. What? you don't like your flowers to be gathered? exclaimed Lady Juliana in a tone of surprise and disappointment. I don't know any other use thereof. What quantities I used to have from papa's hot houses? Mrs. Douglas made no reply, but conducted her to the drawing-room, where her chagrin was dispelled by the appearance of comfort and even elegance that it bore. Now this is really what I like, cried she, throwing herself on one of the couches, a large fire, open windows, quantities of roses, comfortable ottomans, and pictures. Only what a pity you haven't a larger mirror! Mrs. Douglas now rang for refreshments, and apologized for the absence of her husband, who, she said, was so much interested in his plowing that he seldom made his appearance till sent for. Henry then proposed that they should all go out and surprise his brother, and though walking in the country formed no part of Lady Juliana's amusements, yet, as Mrs. Douglas assured her the walks were perfectly dry, and her husband was so pressing, she consented. The way lay through a shrubbery, by the side of a brawling brook, whose banks retained all the wildness of unadorned nature. Moss and ivy and fern clothed the ground, and under the banks the young prim-roses and violets began to raise their heads, while the red wintery berry still hung thick on the hollies. This is really very pleasant, said Henry, stopping to contemplate a view of the lake through the branches of a weeping birch. The sound of the stream and the singing of the birds and all those wildflowers make it appear as if it was summer in this spot. And only look, Julia, how pretty that wary looks lying at anchor. Then whispering to her, what would you think of such a desert as this with the men of your heart? Lady Juliana made no reply, but by complaining of the heat of the sun, the hardness of the gravel, and the damp from the water. Henry, who now began to look upon the condition of a highland farmer with more complacency than formerly, was confirmed in his favourable sentiments outside of his brother following the primitive occupation of the plow, his fine face glowing with health, and lighted up with good humour and happiness. He hastily advanced towards the party, and shaking his brother and sister-in-law most warmly by the hand, expressed with all the warmth of a good heart the pleasure he had in receiving them at his house. Then observing Lady Juliana's languid air, and imputing to fatigue of body what, in fact, was the consequence of mental vacuity, he proposed returning home by a shorter road than that by which they had come. Henry was again in raptures at the new beauties this walk presented, and at the high order and neatness in which the grounds were kept. This must be a very expensive place of yours, though, said he, addressing his sister-in-law. There is so much garden and shrubbery, and such a number of rustic bridges, bowers, and so forth. It must require half a dozen men to keep it in any order. Such an establishment would very ill accord with our moderate means, replied she. We do not pretend to one regular gardener, and had our little embellishments been productive of much expense, or tending solely to my gratification, I should never have suggested them. When we first took possession of this spot, it was a perfect wilderness with a dirty farmhouse on it, nothing but mud about the doors, nothing but wood and briars and brambles beyond it, and the village presented a still more melancholy scene of rank-lajureans in its swarms of dirty idle girls and mischievous boys. I have generally found that wherever an evil exists the remedy is not far off, and in this case it was strikingly obvious. It was only engaging these ill-directed children by trifling rewards to apply their lively energies in improving instead of destroying the works of nature, as had formerly been their zealous practice. In a short time the change on the moral as well as the vegetable part of creation became very perceptible. The children grew industrious and peaceable, and instead of destroying trees, robbing nests and worrying cats, the bigger boys under Douglas's direction constructed these wooden bridges and seats, or cut out and graveled the little winding paths that we had previously marked out. The task of keeping everything in order is now easy, as you may believe, when I tell you the whole of our pleasure grounds, as you are pleased to term them, receive no other attention than what is bestowed by children under twelve years of age. And now, having I hope acquitted myself of this urge of extravagance, I ought to beg Lady Juliana's pardon for this long and, I fear, tiresome detail. Having now reached the house, Mrs. Douglas conducted her guests to the apartment prepared for her, while the brothers pursued their walk. As long as novelty retained its power, and the comparison between Glenfern and Lockmerley was fresh in remembrance, Lady Juliana, charmed with everything, was in high good humour. But as the horrors of the one were forgotten, and the comforts of the other became familiar, the demon of ennui again took possession of her vacant mind, and she relapsed into all her capricious humours and childish impertenences. The Harpsichord, which on her first arrival she had pronounced to be excellent, was now declared quite shocking, so much out of tune that there was no possibility of playing upon it. The small collection of well-chosen novels she soon exhausted, and then they became the stupidest books she had ever read. The smell of the heliotrope now gave her the headache. The sight of the lake made her seasick. Mrs. Douglas heard all these civilities in silence, and much more in sorrow than in anger. In the wayward inclinations, variable temper and wretched insanity of this poor victim of indulgence, she beheld the sad fruits of a fashionable education, and thought with humility, that under similar circumstances such might have been her own character. Oh, what an awful responsibility do those parents incur, she would mentally exclaim, who thus neglect or corrupt the noble deposit of an immortal soul, and who, alas, can tell where the mischief may end. This unfortunate will herself become a mother, yet wholly ignorant of the duties, incapable of the self-denial of that sacred office, she will bring into the world creatures to whom she can only transmit her errors and her weaknesses. These reflections at times deeply affected the generous heart and truly Christian spirit of Mrs. Douglas, and she sought, by every means in her power, to restrain those faults which she knew it would be in vain to attempt eradicating. To diversify the routine of days which grew more and more tedious to Lady Juliana, the weather being remarkably fine, many little excursions were made to the nearest country seats, which, though they did not afford her any actual pleasure, answered the purpose of consuming a considerable portion of her time. Several weeks passed away, during which little inclination was shown on the part of the guests to quit their present residence, when Mr. and Mrs. Douglas were summoned to attend the sick bed of Sir Duncan Malcolm. And though they pressed their guests to remain during their absence, yet Henry felt it would be highly offensive to his father were they to do so, and therefore resolved immediately to return to Glenfern. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain, recording by Patty Cunningham. Marriage, Volume 1, by Susan Edmundstone Ferrier, Chapter 15 Now where's the lady of this castle? Old ballad The party were received with the loudest acclamations of joy by the good old ladies, and even the Laird seemed to have forgotten that his son had refused to breed black cattle and that his daughter-in-law was above the management of her household. The usual salutations were scarcely over when Miss Grizzie, flying to her little writing-box, pulled out a letter, and, with an air of importance, having enjoined silence, she read as follows. Lock Marley Castle March 27th, 17 Dear Child Sir Samson's stomach has been as bad as it could well be, but not so bad as your road's. He was shook to a jelly. My petticoat will never do. Mrs. Mahall has had a girl. I wonder what makes people have girls? They never come to good. Boys may go to the mischief and be good for something, if girls go, they're good for nothing I know of. I never saw such roads. I suppose Glenfern means to bury you all in the highway. There are holes enough to make you graves, and stones big enough for coffins. You must all come and spend Tuesday here. Not all, but some of you. You, dear child, and your brother and a sister, and your pretty niece and handsome nephew. I love handsome people. Mrs. McCracken has bounced away with her father's footmen. I hope he will clean his knives on her. Come early, and come dressed. To your loving friend, Isabella MacLachlan. The letter ended, a volley of applause ensued, which at length gave place to consultation. Of course we all go, at least as many as the carriage will hold. We have no engagements, and there can be no objections. Lady Giuliana had already frowned a contemptuous refusal, but in due time it was changed to a cell in ascent, at the pressing entreaties of her husband, to whom any place was now preferable to home. In truth the mention of a party had more weight with her than either her husband's wishes, or her aunt's remonstrances, and they had assured her that she should meet with a large assemblage of the very first company at Loch Marley Castle. The day appointed for the important visit arrived, and it was arranged that two of the elder ladies and one of the young ones should accompany Lady Giuliana and her barouche, which Henry was to drive. At people of dawn the ladies were astir, and at eight o'clock breakfast was hurried over that they might begin the preparations necessary for the appearing with dignity at the shrine of this, their patron saint. At eleven they reappeared in all the majesty of the city. They reappeared in all the majesty of sweeping silk trains and well-powdered toupees. In outward show Miss Becky was not less elaborate. The united strength and skill of her three aunts and four sisters had evidently been exerted in forcing her hair into every position but that for which nature had intended it, curls stood on end around her forehead, and tresses were dragged up from the roots and formed into a club on the crown. Her arms had been strapped back till her elbows met, by means of a pink ribbon of no ordinary strength or doubtful hue. Three hours were passed in all the anguish of full dressed impatience, an anguish in which every female breast must be ready to sympathize. But Lady Giuliana sympathized in no one's distresses but her own, and the difference of waiting in high dress or in dishevel was a distinction to her inconceivable. But those to whom, to be dressed, is an event, will readily enter into the feelings of the ladies in question as they sat, walked, wondered, exclaimed, opened windows, wrung their hands, adjusted their dresses, etc., etc., during the three tedious hours they were doomed to wait the appearance of their niece. Two o'clock came, and with it, Lady Giuliana, as if purposely to testify her contempt in a loose morning dress and mob cap, the sisters looked blank with disappointment. For having made themselves mistresses of the contents of her ladyship's wardrobe, they had settled amongst themselves that the most suitable dress for the occasion would be black velvet, and accordingly many hence had been given the preceding evening on the virtues of black velvet gowns. They were warm and not too warm, they were dressy and not too dressy. Lady MacLachlan was a great admirer of black velvet gowns. She had won herself with long sleeves, and it buttoned behind. Black velvet gowns were very much war. They knew several ladies who had them, and they were certain there would be nothing else war amongst the matrons at Lady MacLachlan's, etc., etc. Time was, however, too precious to be given either to remonstrance or lamentation. Miss Jackie could only give an angry look, and Miss Grizzia sorrowful one, as they hurried away to the carriage, uttering exclamations of despair at the lateness of the hour, and the impossibility that anybody could have time to dress after getting to Loch Merly Castle. The consequence of the delay was that it was dark by the time they reached the place of destination. The carriage drove up to the grand entrance, but neither lights nor servants greeted their arrival. And no answer was returned to the ringing of the bell. We had best get out and try the back. This is most alarming, I declare, cried Miss Grizzia. It is quite incomprehensible, observed Miss Jackie. We had best get out and try the back door. The party alighted, and another attack being made upon the rear, it met with better success. For a little boy now presented himself at a narrow opening of the door, and in a strong Highland accent demanded, What to we're seeking? Lady MacLachlan, to be sure, Colin, was the reply. Well, well, still refusing admittance. But the lady's not to be spoken with to-night. Not to be spoken with, exclaimed Miss Grizzie, almost sinking to the ground with apprehension. Could gracious I, I hope I, I declare, I, Sir Sampson. Oh, I! her may see Loch Merly herself. Then, opening the door, he led the way, and ushered them into the presence of Sir Sampson, who was reclining in an easy chair, arrayed in a robe to chamber, and nightcap. The opening of the door seemed to have broken his slumber, for, gazing around with a look of stupefaction, he demanded, in a sleepy, peevish tone, Who was there? Bless me, Sir Sampson, exclaimed both spinsters at once, starting forward and seizing a hand. Bless me, don't you know us? And here is our niece, Lady Juliana. My Lady Juliana Douglas, cried he, with a shriek of horror, sinking again upon his cushions. I am betrayed. I—where is my Lady MacLachlan? Where is Philistine? Where is—the devil! This is not to be born. My Lady Juliana Douglas, the Earl of Cortland's daughter, to be introduced to Loch Merly Castle in so vile a manner, and myself surprised in so indecorous a situation, and his lips quivering with passion, he rang the bell. The summons was answered by the same attendant that had acted as gentlemen usher. Where are all my people? demanded his incensed master. Here's all the way to the sandy moors. Where is my Lady? Here is a to-teach-top. Where is Murdoch? Here is Helping to Lady, a to-teach-top. Oh, well, we'll all go upstairs and see what Lady MacLachlan and Philistine are about in the laboratory, said Miss Grizzie. So pray, just go on with your naps, Sir Samson. We shall find the way. Don't stir. And taking Lady Juliana by the hand, away, trip the spinsters in search of their friend. I cannot conceive the meaning of all this, whispered Miss Grizzie to her sister as they went along. Something must be wrong. But I said nothing to dear Sir Samson. His nerves are so easily agitated. But what can be the meaning of all this? I declare it's quite a mystery. After ascending several long dark stairs, and following diverse windings and turnings, the party at length reached the door of the sanctum sanctorium, and having gently tapped, the voice of the priestess was heard in no very encouraging accents, demanding, Who was there? It's only us, replied her trembling friend. Only us? I wonder what fool is called? Only us. Open the door, Philistine, and see what only us wants. The door was opened, and the party entered. The day was closing in, but by the faint twilight that mingled with the gleams from a smoky smoldering fire, Lady MacLachlan was dimly discernible, as she stood upon the hearth, watching the contents of an enormous kettle that emitted both steam and odor. She regarded the invaders with her usual marble aspect, and without moving either joint or muscle as they drew near. I declare, I don't think you know us, Lady MacLachlan, said Miss Grizzie in a tone of affected vivacity, with which she strove to conceal her agitation. Know you, repeated her friend. Who you are, I know very well. But what brings you here, I do not know. Do you know yourselves? I declare, I can't conceive, began Miss Grizzie, but her trepidation arrested her speech, and her sister, therefore, proceeded. Your late ship's declaration is no less astonishing than incomprehensible. We have waited upon you by your own express invitation on the day appointed by yourself, and we have been received in a manner, I must say, we did not expect, considering this is the first visit of our niece Lady Juliana Douglas. I'll tell you what, girls, replied their friend, as she still stood with her back to the fire and her hands behind her. I'll tell you what. You are not yourselves. You are all lost. Quite mad, that's all. If that's the case, we cannot be fit company for your late ship, retorted Miss Jackie warmly, and therefore the best thing we can do is to return the way we came. Come, Lady Juliana. Come, sister. I declare, Jackie, the impetuosity of your temper is— I really cannot stand it, and the gentle grizzie gave way to a flood of tears. You used to be rational, intelligent creatures, resumed her ladyship. But what has come over you I don't know. You come tumbling in here at the middle of the night, and at the top of the house nobody knows how, when I never was thinking of you, and because I don't tell a parcel of lies and pretend I expect you, you are for flying off again. Huh! Is this the behaviour of women in their senses? But since you are here, you may as well sit down and say what brought you. Get down, Gilblas. Go along, Tom Jones, addressing two huge cats who occupied a three-cornered leather chair by the fireside, and who relinquished it with much reluctance. How do you do, pretty creature, kissing Lady Juliana as she seated her in this cat's cradle? Now, girls, sit down and tell what brought you here today. Huh! Can your ladyship ask such a question, after having formally invited us, demanded the wrathful Jackie? I'll tell you what, girls, you were just as much invited by me to dine here today as you were appointed to sup with the grand soigneur. Huh! What day of the week does your ladyship call this? I call it Tuesday, but I suppose the Glenfern calendar calls it Thursday. Thursday was the day I invited you to come. I'm sure I'm thankful we got to the bottom of it at last, cried Miss Grizzly. I read it, because I'm sure you wrote it. Tuesday. How could you be such a fool, my love, as to read it any such thing? Even if it had been written Tuesday, you might have had the sense to know it meant Thursday. When did you know me invite anybody for a Tuesday? I declare it's very true. I certainly ought to have known better. I am quite confounded at my own stupidity, for as you observe, even though you had said Tuesday, I might have known that you must have meant Thursday. Well, well, no more about it. Since you are here, you must stay here, and you must have something to eat, I suppose. Sir Samson and I have dined two hours ago, but you shall have your dinner for all that. I must shut shop for this day, it seems, and leave my resuscitating tincture all in the death row, Methuselum pills quite in their infancy. But there's no help for it, since you are here, you must stay here, and you must be fed and lodged. So get along, girls, get along. Here, Gilblas, come, Tom Jones, and preceded by her cats and followed by her guests, she led the way to the parlor. End of Chapter 15 Recording by Patty Cunningham Chapter 16 of Marriage Volume 1 This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Patty Cunningham Marriage Volume 1 by Susan Edmundstone Ferrier Chapter 16 Chapter 16 On Returning to the Parlor, they found Sir Samson had, by means of the Indy-fatigable Philistine, been transported into a suit of regimentals and well-powdered paruc, which had in some measure restored him to his usual complacency. Henry, who had gone in the quest of some person to take charge of the horses, now entered, and shortly after a tray of provisions was brought, which the half-famished party eagerly attacked, regardless of their hostess's admonitions to eat sparingly, as nothing was so dangerous as eating heartily when people were hungry. The repast being at length concluded, Lady MacLachlan led her guests into the saloon. They passed through an antechamber, which seemed by the faint light of the lamp to contain nothing but piles on piles of china, and entered the room of state. The eye at first wandered in uncertain obscurity, and the guests cautiously proceeded over a bare, oaken floor whose dark, polished surface seemed to emulate a mirror through an apartment of formidable extent. The walls were hung with rich but grotesque tapestry. The ceiling, by its height and massy carving, bespoke the age of the apartment, but the beauty of the design was lost in the gloom. A turkey carpet was placed in the middle of the floor, and on the middle of the carpet stood a card-table at which two footmen hastily summoned from the revels at Sandy Moors, were placing chairs and cards, seemingly eager to display themselves as if to prove they were always at their posts. Cards were a matter of course with Sir Samson and his lady, but as Wist was the only game they ever played, a difficulty arose as to the means of providing amusement for the younger part of the company. I have plenty of books for you, my loves, said Lady MacLachlan, and taking one of the candles, she made a journey to the other end of the room, and entered a small turret from which her voice was heard issuing most audibly. All the books that should ever have been published are here. Read these, and you need read no more. All the worlds in these books. Here's the Bible, great and small, with apocrypha and concordance. Here's Flawyer's Medicina Jericomica, or the Galenic Art of Preserving Old Men's Health. Love's Art of Surveying and Measuring Land. Transactions of the Highland Society. Glasses Cookery. Flavel's Fountain of Life Opened. Fencing Familiarized. Observations on the Use of Bathwaters. Cure for Soul Sores. De Blanc's Military Memoirs. McGee's Bookkeeping. Mead on Pestilence. Astinthology, or the Art of Preserving Feeble Life. As she enumerated the contents of her library, she paused at the end of each title in hopes of hearing the book called for, but she was allowed to proceed without an interruption to the end of her catalogue. Why, what would you have, children? cried she in one of her sternest accents. I don't know. Do you know yourselves? Here are two novels, the only ones worth any Christian's reading. Henry gladly accepted the first volumes of Gilbias and Clarissa Harlow, and giving the latter to Lady Gilliana began the other himself. Miss Becky was settled with her hands across, and the wist party being arranged, a solemn silence ensued. Lady Gilliana turned over a few pages of her own book, then begged Henry would exchange with her, but both were in so different a style from the French and German school she had been accustomed to, that they were soon relinquished in disappointment and disgust. On the table, which had been placed by the fire for her accommodation, lay an English newspaper, and to that she had recourse as a last effort at amusement. But alas! even the dullness of Clarissa Harlow was delight compared to the anguish with which this fatal paper was fraught in the shape of the following paragraph which presented itself to the unfortunate Fair One's eye. Yesterday was married by special license, at the house of Mrs. D., his grace the Duke of Hell, to the beautiful and accomplished Miss D., His Royal Highness, the Duke of, was gracious enough to act as father to the bride upon this occasion, and was present in person, as were their Royal Highnesses, the Dukes of Un and Un. The bride looked most bewitchingly lovely in a simple robe of the finest mechlin lace, with a superb veil of the same costly material which hung down to her feet. She wore a set of pearls estimated at thirty thousand pounds, whose chaste elegance corresponded with the rest of the dress. Immediately after the ceremony they partook of a sumptuous collusion, and the happy pair set off in a chariot in four, attended by six outriders, and two coaches in four. After spending their honeymoon at his grace's unique villa on the Thames, their graces will receive company at their splendid mansion in Portman Square. The wedding paraphernalia is said to have cost ten thousand pounds, and her grace's jewel box is estimated at little less than half a million. Wretched as Lady Juliana had long felt herself to be, her former state of mind was positive happiness compared to what she now endured. Envy, regret, self-reproach, and resentment, all struggled in the breast of the self-devoted beauty, while the paper dropped from her hand and she cast a fearful glance around as if to ascertain the reality of her fate. The dreadful certainty smote her with a sense of wretchedness too acute to be suppressed, and darting a look of horror at her unconscious husband, she threw herself back in her chair, while the scalding tears of envy, anger, and repentance fell from her eyes. Accustomed as Henry now was to this ablutions of feeling from his beauty as partner, he was not yet so indifferent as to behold them unmoved, and he sought to soothe her by the kindest expressions and most tender epithets. These indeed had long since ceased to charm away the Lady's ill humour, but they sometimes succeeded in mollifying it. But now their only effect seemed to be increasing the irritation as she turned from all her husband's inquiries and impatiently withdrew her hands from his. Astonished at a conduct so uncomprehensible, Douglas earnestly besotted an explanation. There cried she at length, pushing the paper towards him. See there what I might have been but for you, and then compare it with what you have made me. Confounded by this reproach, Henry eagerly snatched up the paper, and as I instantly fell on the fatal paragraph, the poisoned dart that struck the death-blow to all that now remain to him of happiness, the fond idea that even amidst childish folly and capricious estrangement, still in the main he was beloved. With a quavering lip and cheek blanched with mortification and indignant contempt, he laid down the paper, and without casting a look upon or uttering a word to his once adored and adoring Juliana, quitted the apartment in all that bitterness of spirit which a generous nature must feel when it first discovers the fallacy of a cherished affection. Henry had indeed ceased to regard his wife with the ardor of romantic passion, nor had the solid feelings of affection and esteem supplied its place. But he loved her still, because he believed himself the engrossing object of her tenderness, and in that blessed illusion he had hitherto found palletives for her folly and consolation for all his own distresses. To indifference he might for a time have remained insensible, because though his feelings were strong, his perceptions were not acute. But the veil of illusion was now rudely withdrawn. He beheld himself detested where he imagined himself adored, and the anguish of disappointed affection was heightened by the stings of wounded pride and eluded self-love. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. Exit, Lady Macbeth. The distance at which the wist party had placed themselves, and the deep interest in which their senses were involved while the fate of the odd trick was pending, had rendered them insensible to the scene that was acted at the other extremity of the apartment. The task of administering Sucker to the afflicted fair one therefore devolved upon Miss Becky, whose sympathetic powers never had been called into action before. Slowly approaching the wretched Lady Juliana as she lay back in her chair, the tears coursing each other down her cheeks, she tendered her a smelling bottle to which her own nose, and the noses of her sisters, were want to be applied whenever, as they choicely expressed it, they wanted a fine smell. But upon this trying occasion she went still farther. She unscrewed the stopper, unfolded a cotton handkerchief upon which she poured a few drops of lavender water, and offered it to her ladieship, deeming that the most elegant and efficient manner in which she could afford relief. But the well-meant offering was silently waved off, and poor Miss Becky, having done all that the light of reason suggested to her, retreated to her seat, wondering what it was her fine sister-in-law would be at. By the time the rubber was ended her ladieship's fears of Lady McLachlan had enabled her to conquer her feelings so far that they had now sunk into a state of sullen dejection, which the good ants eagerly interpreted into the fatigue of the journey, Miss Grizzie declaring that although the drive was most delightful, nobody could deny that, and they all enjoyed it excessively, as indeed everybody must, who had eyes in their head. Yet she must own, at the same time, that she really felt as if all her bones were broke. A general rising therefore took place at an early hour, and Lady Giuliana, attended by all the females of the party, was ushered into the chamber of state, which was fitted up in a style acknowledged to be truly magnificent by all who had ever enjoyed the honour of being permitted to gaze on its white velvet bed-curtains, surmounted by the family arms, and gracefully tucked up by hands, sinister coupade, et cetera. But lest my fashionable readers should be of a different opinion, I shall refrain from giving an inventory of the various articles with which this favourite chamber was furnished. Miss Grizzie and Jackie occupied the green room which had been fitted up at Sir Samson's birth. The curtains hung at a respectful distance from the ground. The chimney-piece was far beyond the reach even of majestic Jackie's arm, and the painted Tiffany toilette was covered with a shoal of little tortoise shell boxes of all shapes and sizes. A grim visage, scowling from under a highland bonnet graced by a single black feather, hung on high. Miss Grizzie placed herself before it, and holding up the candle, contemplated it for about the nine hundredth time, with an awe bordering almost on adoration. Certainly Sir Enos must have been a most wonderful man. Nobody can deny that. And there could be no question but he had the second sight to the greatest degree. Indeed, I never heard it disputed. Many of his prophecies indeed seem to have been quite incomprehensible. But that is so much the more extraordinary. You know, for instance, the one with regard to our family, lowering her voice, for my part I declare I could never comprehend it, and yet there must be something in it too. But how any branch from the Glenfern tree, of course you know that can only mean the family tree, should help to prop Lock Marley's walls, is what I can't conceive. If Sir Samson had a son, to be sure some of the girls, for you know it can't be any of us, at least I declare for my own part. I'm sure even if anything, which I trust in goodness there is not the least chance of, should ever happen to Dear Lady MacLachlan, and Sir Samson should take it into his head, which of course is a thing not to be thought about. And indeed I'm quite convinced it would be very much out of respect to Dear Lady MacLachlan, a friendship for us, if such a thing was ever into his head. Here the tender grizzie got so involved in her own ideas as to the possibility of Lady MacLachlan's death, and the propriety of Sir Samson's proposals, together with the fulfilling of Sir Enos the Seer's prophecy, that there is no saying how far she strayed in her self-created labyrinth, such as choose to follow her May. For our part we prefer accompanying the youthful Becky to her chamber, whether she was also attended by the Lady of the Mansion. Becky's destiny for the night lay at the top of one of those little straggling wooden stairs common in old houses, which creaked in all directions. The bed was placed in a recess dark as a rebus, and betwixt the bed and the wall was a depth profound, which Becky's eye dared not attempt to penetrate. You will find everything right here, child, said Lady MacLachlan. And if anything should be wrong you must think it right. I never suffer anything to be wrong here. Humph! Becky, emboldened by despair, cast a look towards the recess, and in a faint voice ventured to inquire, is there no fear that Tom Jones or Gil Blass may be in that place behind the bed? And if they should, answered her hostess in her most appalling tone, what is that to you? Are you a mouse that you are afraid they will eat you? Yes, I suppose you are. You are perhaps the Princess in the fairy tale, who was a woman by day and a mouse by night. I believe you are bewitched. So I wish your mouse ship a good night, and she descended the creaking stair singing, Mrs. Mouse, are you within? Till even her stentory and voice was lost in distance. Poor Becky's heart died with the retreating sounds, and only revived to beat time with the worm in the wood. Long and eerie was the night, as she gave herself up to all the horrors of a superstitious mind. Ghosts, gray, black, and white, flitted around her couch. Cats, half-human, held her throat. The death-watch tickled in her ears. At length the light of morning shed its brightening influence in the dem opaque of her understanding, and when all things stood disclosed in light, she shut her eyes, and opened her mouth in all the blissfulness of security. The light of day was indeed favourable for displaying to advantage the beauties of Loch Marley Castle, which owed more to nature than art. It was beautifully situated on a smooth green bank that rose somewhat abruptly from the lake, and commanded a view which, if not extensive, was yet full of variety and grandeur. Its venerable turrets reared themselves above the trees which seemed co-evil with them, and the vast magnificence of its wide-spreading lawns and extensive forests seemed to appertain to some feudal prince's lofty domain. But in vain were creation's charms spread before Lady Julianna's eyes. Woods and mountains and lakes and rivers were odious things, and her heart panted for dusty squares and suffocating drawing-rooms. Something was said of departing by the sisters when the party met at breakfast, but this was immediately negative in the most decided manner by their hostess. Since you have taken your own time to come, my dears, you must take mine to go. Thursday was the day I invited you for, or at least wanted you for, so you must stay Thursday and go away on Friday, and my blessings go with you. The sisters, charmed with what they termed the hospitality and friendship of this invitation, delightedly agreed to remain, and as things were at least conducted in better style there than at Glenfern, uncomfortable as it was, Lady Julianna found herself somewhat nearer home there than at the family chateau. Lady MacLachlan, who could be commonly civil in her own house, was at some pains to amuse her guest by showing her collection of china and cabinet of gems, both of which were remarkably fine. There was also a library and a gallery containing some good pictures, and what Lady Julianna prized still more, a billiard-table. Thursday, the destined day, at length arrived, and a large party assembled to dinner. Lady Julianna, as she half-reclined on a sofa, surveyed the company with a supercilious stare, and without daining to take any part in the general conversation that went on. It was enough that they spoke with a peculiar accent. Everything they said must be barbarous, but she was pleased once more to eat off plate, and to find herself in rooms which, though grotesque and comfortless, yet wore an air of state, and whose vastness enabled her to keep aloof from those with whom she never willingly came in contact. It was therefore, with regret, she saw the day of her departure arrive, and found herself once more an unwilling inmate of her only asylum, particularly as her situation now required comforts and indulgences, which it was there impossible to procure.