seventeen, when you saw her last; her health and spirits have suffered somewhat, but that has only lent the inexpressible charm of delicacy and pensiveness to her beauty. I rejoice in you both, Augustus! I rejoice in you both, and I bless you from my full heart! I rejoice in the ‘more than Roman virtue’ with which you died to each other, fully believing it eternal separation—with which you ever sternly wrested your thoughts from the other. I, the friend of both, have never once been made the medium of the slightest communication, the slightest inquiry or message such as acquaintances might interchange. You _died_ to each other, believing it for ever, and that was right. But _this_ is not right; it is not right that you should bind me to secresy about the subject of this letter, upon the ground that you do not know the state of her mind, or how she might receive it. Come and see for yourself—and even now she is looking up at me with her patient brown eyes, and believing—Heaven forgive me!—no matter. Come soon Footnote 5: Fact of a good old post-mistress in —— county, Maryland, to my own serious discomfiture. “EMILY.” “Please, madam! the tea will get cold,” exclaimed Kitty, and Emily hastily sealed and directed her letter, and they sat down to the table. * * * * * The wedding-day of Hagar and Raymond dawned. They were anxiously awaiting the packet, which they expected would bring Rosalia and Gusty, and perhaps, also, Dr. Otterback, who was to come down from Baltimore. Afternoon came, and Hagar, trying girl! instead of secluding herself in the mystery of her own room until it was time to dress, Hagar was down on the beach with a telescope, watching the approach of a distant vessel. While she was intently gazing, she felt her arm twitched, and looking back saw Blanche Rogers, who had been domesticated for several days at the Hall, employed in assisting Sophie with the bridal millinery and confectionery. “Come, you torment! Come, you trial! it is time to dress! _time!_—high time! both rooms are full of company; and now I shall have to steal you into the house through the back way! Come!” Blanche Rogers was fully her equal in social position, besides being several years older than Hagar, yet not for this would the wild, proud girl, permit the familiarity of her address—lowering her telescope, she said with spirit,— “The evening dews are chill, Miss Rogers; perhaps you had better not expose yourself to their influence, as you are not so well accustomed to them as myself. _I_ watch the approach of yonder packet, and must see whether it contain passengers for the Hall, before I leave the beach.”