The Irishman seemed to be struck with surprise, examining inquisitively my looks, and after a short pause, continued in a firmer accent: “It was my duty to make this discovery to Amelia; however, it would never have been sufficient to procure you her reciprocal love, if I had not done something which was not my duty.” “_What_ have you done? My notions of your actions have been confounded so much, that I cannot thank you beforehand.” “Thank!” he replied haughtily, “as if I had ever done any thing for the sake of thanks! In order to save you that trouble, I will not tell you what I have done for you.” The strain in which he spoke confounded me. I returned no answer. “However, I must caution you,” he continued, “not to represent me to the Countess as an impostor, if you do not wish to destroy the effect of the service which I have done you. You will be convinced at some future period how necessary it is for your own happiness not to slight this advice.” “If I am to enjoy the happiness you have prepared for me, I must first know the residence of Amelia.” “Not before you have pledged your honour to follow my advice.” “Should I suffer Amelia to be imposed upon like myself; I should owe her love to a delusion?” “Who has told you that I have imposed upon the Countess? You do not know as yet what I have done; it would therefore be just not to condemn me before-hand, as you refuse to thank me before-hand for. what I have done!” “I judge of an action of yours which I do not know, from your former actions, which I know very well, at present. Can you call this unjust?” “This conclusion is at least premature. Every plan ought to be adapted to the existing circumstances, and every action fitted to the plan; therefore, as soon as the circumstances and the plan are changed, one ought not to judge of the present actions from the preceding ones.” “I do not comprehend you completely.” “You have been tried by delusions; however the time of probation is past; the delusions have made room for the dawn of truth, which is rising in your mind.” (_To be continued._) * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * AN ACCOUNT OF A MELANCHOLY TRANSACTION, WHICH TOOK PLACE IN THIS CITY, MANY YEARS AGO.