Day is well represented as scattering roses in her path, for she brings much comfort to the wretched, whose wretchedness is not all of their own making. Amid the multitude who wake to the sunlight, some kind hand may be stretched out to those who suffer. Hope is ever moving among the crowd, but her mirror, remember, turns its bright face only to the repentant--the truly repentant--to those who lift up their hearts to an offended God, and pray that they may sin no more. Those who suffer remorse, and dread only the world's contempt, have no part in the bright promises of Hope; and all the freshness and the fragrance that life offers to the humbly sorrowful falls to dust and ashes before the breath of pride, which trembles before man, but seeks to defy the very laws divine. Yes; Sir John Manvers repented him truly of his former sin, not because he feared God, but because he dreaded man's scorn and pity. Reader, do we not see this day by day? Sir John Manvers's destruction of Sir Adrian Fairfax's letter was perfectly characteristic of the man. It was a written record against him, therefore it should perish; and could he have seen all those who were initiated in his secret perish likewise, he would have gone forth to the world apparently unmoved, or with satisfaction so predominant as to smother all remorseful sentiments. Still they did not know all. The real secret lay dormant in a little dark nook in one of the remotest corners of Cornwall, and was inscribed in letters, now somewhat browned by time, in a huge old volume, a parish register, kept as securely as if the clergyman's whole welfare depended on the safety of its contents, in a dim oak-wainscoted Vestry-room of a dilapidated church. In a leaf of that register might be read these words, among the Marriages solemnised in the parish of G--, county of Cornwall. "John Lyle and Mary L--, residing at G--. "In the presence of us, etc, etc." By this time, dear reader, you will have given up all hopes of learning the early part of Sir John Manvers's history from himself. He was not the man to indite a record of his sin, or "folly," as he would probably have termed it, even to his friend Sir Adrian Fairfax. I shall therefore relate as succinctly as possible those events connected with his opening career which influenced him through life, and finally brought him to the strait in which he stands so miserably before you. His first prospects were uncheering. His father held a small curacy in Devonshire, and the circumstance of this poor curate marrying the daughter of a baronet, in whose household he held the appointment of chaplain, instead of leading to prosperous results, was the means of impeding his progress in the Church. The union was cursed with the deep and undying resentment of the lady's father, and the poor curate struggled on till the grave gave him that rest which earth had denied the living.