That evening! To Hagar it was an evening to remember, to date from. While she sat there watching the innocent, the childlike maiden, with her gentle beauty and winning grace, smiling so sweetly, kindly, in Raymond’s face, lighting his countenance up with _real_ and not conventional smiles, her mind flew back to the past, and all her childhood came before her; she recalled the day of Rosalia’s arrival at the Hall, and recollected how, from that day, she had drawn away all the love of the household from herself; she remembered that lately Augustus May had well nigh adored her, until the beauty and tenderness of Rosalia stole his heart away—and now! now! now!—oh “_that_ way madness lay”—she watched them covertly through her tortured eyes, and with a gnawing pain at the heart—distinct as any physical pain, sharp as though a scorpion living there stung it to agony. Thus the seeds of evil, sown in her heart ten years before, were springing up into a thorn tree, that, lacerating her own bosom, should wound all near her. And Rosalia, too, with all her sweet, endearing qualities, she was vain, and often selfish. It was difficult to perceive this in the dear girl whose caressing hands and tender eyes seemed always pleading for your love. * * * * * The next morning early the family assembled at the breakfast-table for the last time at Heath Hall. And that last breakfast was over, and they arose and went down to the beach under the promontory, where the packet lay already laden with their personal effects. They reached the water’s edge, took an affectionate leave of Emily and Mr. Buncombe, entered the boat that lay waiting to receive them, and were rowed to the packet. As soon as she had seen them safely embarked, and the vessel on her way, Emily took her husband’s arm, saying, “Come, let us return; we have enough to do to close up everything at the Hall, for one day.” The packet wended on her way, in time reaching Baltimore, where another vessel, bound for New York, received them. At the end of a week from leaving Churchill’s Point, they arrived safely in New York harbor, where the U. S. store-ship Rainbow waited to receive Captain Wilde and his party. * * * * * Before entering upon the new scenes and deeper life of our story, let me recall distinctly the facts of history, and daguerreotype a set of pictures upon which the sun shone on Saturday, the 28th of September, 18—. First: CHURCHILL’S POINT—HEATH HALL.