Emilia started round when he fell, and threw herself down by his side in horror and amazement. The film that passion had thrown over her eyes was removed, as she witnessed the last melancholy result of her unbelief. When Don Pedro ceased speaking, she threw herself on his body, in an agony of grief.--"I do, I do believe--Perez. I do, I do! Oh! indeed I do believe--speak to me, Perez--O God, he is dying!-- Sister, Teresa, come, come, he'll speak to you--he's not angry with you--Sister, sister, speak--O God! O God!" screamed the unhappy woman, "he's dead--and I have murdered him!"--and she dashed her head upon the floor. Teresa hastened to her sister, and held her in her arms, while the tears poured fast. It was some time before reason resumed her seat; at last, exhausted by the violence of her feelings, she was relieved with a flood of tears. "Who is it?--you, Teresa--kind sister, whom I have used so ill--I do believe you--I do believe, Teresa; God forgive me! kiss me, sister, and say that you forgive me--for am I not punished?" "It is all my fault," answered Teresa, bursting into tears: "Oh! how wicked, how foolish have I been!" "No, no, sister, your fault is small, compared to mine; you allowed your passion to overcome you, but it arose from an excess of love, the best feeling in our nature--the only remnant of heaven left us since our fall. I too have allowed my passion to overcome me; but whence has it arisen?--from hatred and jealousy, feelings which were implanted by demons, and which create a hell wherever they command. But it is done, and repentance comes too late." The unfortunate sisters embraced each other and mingled their tears together; and I hardly need say, that the lady abbess and I could not restrain our meed of pity at the affecting scene. As the evening closed, they separated, each to attend to the same mournful duty, of watching by the bodies of their husbands, and bedewing them with their tears. A few days after the interments took place, Emilia sent for her sister, and after an affectionate interview, took the veil in the convent to which she had retired--endowing the church with her property. Donna Teresa did not take the veil; but employed herself in the more active duties of charity and benevolence; but she gradually wasted away--her heart was broken. I stayed with her for three years, when she died, leaving a considerable sum to me, and the remainder of her wealth to beneficent institutions. This is about five years ago; since when I have been living on the property, which is nearly all expended by my extravagance. The stigma on my birth is, however, the only subject which has weighed upon my spirits--this is providentially removed, and I trust that I shall not disgrace the mother who has so kindly acknowledged me, or the dear girl who has honoured this faulty person with her attachment.