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things that causes success or failure. Follow my plan, it is a very useful one--yield to others in minor points-know the weak side of all you have to deal with--let no more of your own views be seen than you can avoid, and the game is in your own hands.”

The expression that marked his countenance as he spoke characterized the man. He laughed, and Manvers returned a smile; but what reply he would have made, or if any, is uncertain. His mother's eye was fixed stedfastly upon him, and, conscious of it, he changed his seat. “Come with me," exclaimed Mr. Weston, who was always restless. "I should like to see Welsh's face when he hears of this;" and he left the room followed by Manvers

The first moment that Mrs. Weston found herself alone with her son, “ My dear Manvers,” said she, “I could not speak to you when your father was by. I entreat you now to take one word of advice from me.”

Many words,” replied he, for he was very fond of her, and had a high opinion of her understanding: and, seating himself beside her, he awaited what she might say to him.

Mrs. Weston cast a look of tenderness on him. "Blot out from your memory what was said the other morning.” (She sighed, but no hint of his father's name passed her lips.) “ Advice spoken without consideration may be rejected without offence.” She laid her hand earnestly on his arm. “Never, I beseech you, forget that your present charge is a sacred and a responsible one. Keep one broad and open course with Sir George Willoughbythe course of strict integrity. Neither flatter nor indulge him where compliance would be improper or injudicious. Gain his esteem — his respect first, his friendship afterwards. Be the guardian-the instructor—of the young man; but beware how you become a pander to his pleasure, or an encourager of his extravagance. Remember you are in trust—and that every violation of that trust is moral guilt. Think, think of this and think of me, your mother!"

The eyes of Manvers glistened as he returned his mother's kiss. He thanked her cordially, assuring her that his sentiments and hers accorded entirely; and that come what might-disappointment or success from his present engagement—his own conduct should be no cause of reproach either to her or to himself. He then informed her that he had received a letter, instructing him to meet Sir George at Woodville, where they were to remain for some days, for the purpose, he laughingly said, .of passing examination from Lord Elsdale, he supposed.

“ I should have been as well pleased,” continued he, “if I was to have joined Sir George elsewhere. It is rather curious that Henry Welsh and I should be thrown together in a manner again. I have never fancied that he had a particular partiality for me. There was something between us at school-I almost forget what -I suppose he has never got over it, for he is always cool in his manner to me."

" At all events," replied Mrs. Weston, “it is pretty clear he has done nothing to prejudice Lord Elsdale against you.”

He would not do that,said he. “ And after all it may be only my own conceit. I make no doubt we shall be excellent friends at Woodville. I, for my part, have not the slightest ill-will towards him, nor ever had.”

Manvers was right. The shock which the honourable mind receives from a breach of integrity in another will remain indelible, when, from the memory of him who inflicted it, remembrance of the circumstances has passed lightly away.

The circumstance to which allusion has thus been made was as follows:

At an examination at the school in which the two boys were placed, a Greek ode had been given for translation. As it was Henry's last year, he was exceedingly anxious to acquit himself well; and, painstaking as he had ever been, he was doubly so on the present occasion. He was making a fair copy when Manvers approached the desk at which he was sitting, and placed himself beside him.

“ What! not done yet?” said he. “What pains you are taking !" “It is very difficult,” observed Henry.

“Do you think so ?” exclaimed Manvers. “I can't say that I do. One line, indeed, is very puzzling."

“ Puzzling, indeed,” repeated the other; "it has cost me more trouble than all the rest put together. I wish I may have construed it correctly at last-but I doubt it."

“I should like to see how you have understood it,” said Manvers ; " let me look. Oh! you need not be afraid to show it, it will be no advantage to me. My translation has been finished this hour. There it is, lying on Mr. Steel's desk.”

Henry dropped his arm, and exposed the copy which was before him.

Manvers eagerly cast his eyes over it. “Is that the way you take it?” cried he, with evident surprise. 6. How can the verb be used in that sense ?”

Henry made no reply: he was anxious to complete his task, and he again began to write. Manvers walked back to his seat. At first he had thought that Henry was altogether in error; but a little reflection proved to his quick mind that he was partially correct, whereas he himself had entirely mistaken the sense. The line, intricate as it was, was now perfectly clear to him. He was vexed !—that ever it had not struck him before !--it was now too late! He seized a pen, and continued to cut it till there was scarcely any part of it remaining. Should he, or should he not, execute the project he was revolving in his mind? Why was he not to do the best for himself ? Henry's translation could not be hurt by it.

Whatever merit could be ascribed to it-much or littlehe should take nothing from it. Why, then, should he not avail himself of the fruit of his own penetration, and give in a correct rendering of the passage ? For a few moments he hesitated, ana then, as is generally the case when we parley with our doubts, temptation prevailed. A fresh copy was rapidly completed, and an exchange of papers skilfully effected.

The exercises of the youths were carefully and impartially examined, and afterwards publicly commented upon. Much credit was given to Henry, but the full meed of praise to Manvers. “ You," said Mr. Steel, addressing the first,“ have shadowed out the truth in this very intricate line, the test of many a student's skill; but you, Weston, have filled up the outline completely and accurately."

All seemed, in the first instance, perfectly natural to the humble mind of Henry: no one could be more sensible than himself of the general superiority of Manvers. A little reflection, however, ana a review of what had passed between them, coupled with the positive assertion of one of the boys that he saw Manvers making a fresh copy of his translation; and of another, that he watched him exchanging one paper for another, though, as many lay on the desk, he could not tell what it might be-awoke a strong suspicion in his mind that Manvers had not acted honourably by him. A great deal was said in the youthful community on this subject. Manvers, however, as if in disdain of such insinuations, maintained inflexible silence, nor, when Henry plainly told bim his suspicions, would he give any reply that bore directly on the point at issue. Other events soon created fresh interest, further mention of the crcumstance died away, but from henceforth little intercourse was cultivated between the two youths.

Sir George Willoughby and Manvers had now arrived at Woodville, where they were kindly and hospitably received by Lord Elsdale, and, as Manvers had predicted in regard to himself, amicably and agreeably by Henry, who, in his quiet manner, omitted no attention that could contribute to his townsman's comfort. They remained here about a week, and then left for Ostend. During this visit Manvers had succeeded in giving Lord Elsdale a very favourable impression of himself; and though Henry lost nothing in his esteem by the comparison he naturally made between them, it was impossible not to allow that in all exterior points of character Manvers was infinitely the superior. He had managed also so adroitly to suit himself to his lordship’s taste, that he had already placed himself on a footing with him, to which Henry had never aspired. Uniformly cautious and modest in his observations, the latter was seen to his greatest advantage in private intercourse. He never obtruded his views in conversation, but when his sentiments were asked, he gave them at once candidly and with judgment. Nor on any occasion could he be made to say what he did not mean, either to suit his opinions to those of another, merely to please, or from a fear to give offence.

It was curious, on the other hand, to observe how carefully Manvers, during the short stay he made at Woodville, avoided the open avowal of his sentiments on any subject till Lord Elsdale had declared his-a circumstance which the latter ascribed to respect for himself, or to a feeling of modesty highly becoming Manvers’ age and station. When once, however, he had ascertained his Lordship's views, his words flowed with a degree of eloquence and richness of thought that could not fail to charm. Sir George saw the effect produced on his uncle's mind, and was much gratified. So, too, did Henry; but it awoke no feeling of envy or jealousy, and he cordially joined in the admiration. Still he spoke with circumspection, for though he saw and warmly admitted the vast powers of Manvers, and the high cultivation of his mind, he was not more disposed than formerly to form a more intimate acquaintance with him.

A reciprocal feeling and opinion of their visitor existed in the mind of the elder pupil of Henry, Mr. Charles Mansell.

“ There is something exceedingly fascinating about Mr. Weston,” said he one day to Henry; "and yet there is something wanting in him that I cannot exactly define. Could I but place you in my situation, a mere listener to the conversation going on after dinner, you would at once know what I mean, and would be struck with the difference between yourself and him. The sentiments you once express, you maintain-your language is as simple as it is clear, and you come to the point direct and without the slightest ambiguity. I never, on the contrary, see where Mr. Weston is leading me, nor do I generally comprehend his views. He interests and charms me, but he never convinces me, nor do I think his own convictions on any subject are very strong. His digressions are as various as they are rapid, and, but for the brilliancy with which he invests them, would be as fatiguing as they are bewildering.

“Why you are using as many words as Mr. Weston himself," said his brother James, who, with a book in his hand, which he was pretending to read, had been listening attentively to the conversation. “Now I will express my sentiments in one line. I admire him, I trust you;" and he looked affectionately at Henry.

“Bravo !” said Charles, “ you have hit it off exactly.” Henry smiled. “Mr. Weston loves an argument,” said he. “I love the truth ; he will shine in public life—"

“And you in private,” exclaimed Charles, promptly. “But what a curious fellow you are, James! You always seem to have both eyes and ears shut to what is passing, yet nothing escapes you."

The months passed happily away at Woodville, and as it would seem with the party abroad, for the most satisfactory reports continued to be received. Lord Elsdale, whose feelings on political subjects were very strong, was zealously attached to the existing government, and as such passed many months in town from Woodville. His family consisted of three sons and a daughter, who at the death of her mother was placed at school in London. Her holidays had always been spent at Woodville, and no inconsiderable part of her time at her father's house in Grosvenor Square, when the family were residing there. Between herself and her brothers the warmest attachment subsisted. She loved them, she loved their sports, and she loved their studies too; and Lord Elsdale allowed her to share their instruction whenever it pleased her. And never was pupil more apt or more engaging. Innocent in mind and heart, a pure child of nature, there was a fascination about her manners that was far more irresistible than beauty itself, of which, however, she had a considerable share.

Between herself and Henry the most perfect cordiality, without any approach to familiarity, existed. Her presence in the study was always as a bright sunbeam, giving life and animation to all

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