"Why I trouble your ladyship I forgot to mintion, but thim that it concarns most are not to the fore, and, besides, you have the boy.--Your sarvent till death: and that, I think, won't be long now. "I'm jist thinking, that may be your ladyship would'nt be happy without you'd a boy to be doing for: and there's him, sure, that's up at the castle now, my poor boy, and there isn't a finer boy in the wide world; and if I thought that your ladyship would jist take him in place of the misthress's child, and do for him, I would die quite aisy." Thus ended the nurse's epistle. "I should certainly," observed Mrs. Montgomery to Mr. Jackson, "believe this strange letter to be genuine, from the perfect simplicity of the style, but that the writer appears to be too illiterate to have been any thing so decent as a nurse in such a family as is here described." "That," replied Mr. Jackson, "does not at all invalidate the evidence of this extraordinary document; for, nurses intended merely to supply the nutriment denied by unnatural mothers to their offspring, must be chosen with reference chiefly to their youth, health, and wholesomeness of constitution; and, in great country families, they are naturally selected from among the simplest of the surrounding peasantry." The letter, bearing, as we have said, no date of time or place, the first and most obvious step seemed to be, to inquire very particularly where, and by whom, it had been brought to the house. The outside of the mysterious dispatch was shown to, and examined, by most of the servants, without other effect than a disclaiming shake of the head, although each turned it upside down, and downside up, and viewed it, not only before the light, but through the light, as with the light through, is generally expressed. Mrs. Smyth, indeed, allowed that, as the bit of a scrawl was vara like a petition, it was no impossible that she hersel' meud ha' just laid it o' the mistress's table; for the mistress, to be sure, never refused tle read ony peur body's bit o' paper, however unlarned or dirty it meud be. At length John, the under-footman, made his appearance, and after examining the shape, hue, and dimensions of the folded paper, said, that it was not unlike one which he had taken about six months since from a strange looking man, who had come to the door, requesting to see his mistress, on the very day that ----, and he hesitated--that every body was in so much trouble, he added. Mr. Jackson, seeing Mrs. Montgomery turn pale, took up the questioning of John. And here, lest the said John's powers of description should not do justice to his subject, we shall give the scene between him and the nurse's messenger, exactly as it occurred.