tation and embarrassment; but courage, Kate! courage! Cannot these three beautiful girls who, like the Graces, are arraying you, as becomes your loveliness, with all their innocent arts and archness, provoke one smile on your pale cheek? Weep, then, if such be your humour; for it is the overflowing of joy, and will relieve your heart !—But hasten hasten! your lover is below, impatient to clasp you in his arms! The maids of the village have been up with the sun gathering sweet flowers to scatter on your way to the altar! Hark how merrily, merrily ring the bells of Yatton church!-Nearer and nearer comes the hour which cannot be delayed; and why, blushing and trembling maiden, should you dread its approach? Hark-earriage after earriage is coming erashing up to the Hall!-Now your maidens are placing on your beautiful brow the orange blossoms-mysterious emblems!

"The fruits of autumn and the flowers of spring :-"

and a long flowing graceful veil shall conceal your blushes !Now, at length, she descends-and sinks into the arms of a fond and noble brother, whose heart is too full for speech, as is that of her sister! Shrink not, my beauteous Kate, from your lover, who approaches you, see how tenderly and delicately! Is he not one whom a maiden may be proud of? See the troops of friends that are waiting to attend you, and do you honour! Every where that the eye looks, are glistening gay wedding-favours, emblems of innocence and joy. Come, Kate-you brother waits; you go with him to church, but you will come back with ANOTHER! He that loves you as a father, the venerable minister of God, is awaiting your arrival! What a brilliant throng is in that little church!

Now her beautiful form is standing at the altar, beside her manly lover, and the solemn ceremony has commenced, which is to unite, with Heaven's awful sanction, these two young and happy and virtuous hearts!

'Tis done! Kate Aubrey! Kate Aubrey! where are you! She is no more-but, as Mrs Delamere, is sitting blushing and sobbing beside her husband, he elate with pride and fondness, as they drive rapidly back to the Hall. In vain glances her eye at

that splendid banquet, as it shrinks also timidly from the glittering array of guests seated around it—and she soon retires with her maidens to prepare for her agitating journey! Well-they are gone! My pure and lovely Kate is gone! 'Tis hard to part with her! But blessings attend her! Blessings attend you both! You cannot forget dear YATTON, where all that is virtuous and noble will ever with open arms receive you!

And now dear friends! farewell for many a day!
If e'er we meet again, I cannot say.

Together have we travell'd two long years,

And mingled sometimes smiles, and sometimes tears!
Now droops my weary hand, and swells my heart,—
I fear, good friends! we must for ever part.

Forgive my many faults! and say of me,
He hath meant well, who writ this history.

THE END.

EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND HUGHES
PAUL'S WORK, CANONGATE.