"Why, all I can say is," cried Tanjore, "that my aunt Clarendale thinks one thing and I think another; so there is precisely a difference of opinion."

With these words, Tanjore scampered off, for the first time in his life glad to escape from the presence of that dear mother whom his soul adored; and whether it was the sudden manner in which he had quitted her, or the rapid, quick, involuntary blush which dyed his cheek, or a something equally strange and peculiar in his looks, which he had discovered in the impartial light in which he had spoken of his lovely cousin, Mrs. Trelawney conceived that it was quite unnatural, and that Tanjore must have some strong motive for so doing, which he had found it necessary to conceal ;-yet what motive could she reasonably assign for such extraordinary conduct ?— There was but one, and that one a mother trembled to pronounce, much less to own, that her imagination had ever suggested; for were this the case, what would become of her darling boy? How visionary were his hopes if they rested on Emma, who was beloved by his brother William so passionately that neither Mr. Trelawney nor herself entertained any other thought but of seeing him united to that lovely girl, whom they always loved as a daughter in reality. But, merciful heaven! what misery, what pangs of disappointment were in store for her beloved Tanjore if he loved Emma-Emma, the destined wife of William Trelawney! But Emma loved not Tanjore. "There was some consolation in that," thought Mrs. Trelawney. "If my Emma knows her duty, she wil. encourage no thought of Tanjore, conscious that she

is beloved by William. Oh, heaven forbid that Emma should love my Tanjore !-but, sweet girl, she knows not yet what that tormenting passion is-she is pure as the white lily, whose delicate blossom she so perfectly resembles-my Emma yet is faultless as she is fair! Oh, may every good angel grant she may ever continue to remain so!-Image of my long sainted and adored sister, may the dear and sacred charge thou hast committed to my care ever emulate her mother's prudence and her mother's virtues! Yes, beloved offspring of my gentle Rebecca, I will not doubt the fond assurance thou hast already given of thy mother's spotless worth."

And with these words Mrs. Trelawney closed her affecting apostrophe to the memory of a still tenderly beloved sister; but anxiety ever haunts the pillow of a fond and tender mother when danger in any shape threatens to assail'her offspring; and the thought of Tanjore being unhappy chased sleep away from the weary eye-lids of Mrs. Trelawney, which was not unperceived by her adoring and affectionate husband, who, very far from guessing the real cause of his beloved Rosa's inquietude, either placed it to the account of the sufferings and grief she had been endeavouring to alleviate on the mind of the amiable Lady Honoria Belmont, which had exhausted her spirits and wearied and oppressed her naturally delicate frame; but when with the morning's returning light, he still found her under the influence of dejection, he became alarmed in the fear of some approaching indisposition, and tenderly taking her hand, while he carefully examined every lineament

of that beloved countenance on which he had never yet looked but with encreased love and admiration, exclaimed,

"My Rosa, why so pensive, my dearest love; you are pale too, and have not enjoyed your usual undisturbed repose; I will not allow you, much as I highly esteem our respected friend, to enter so much into her griefs as to deprive you of your own tranquillity, or unnecessarily expose your health to personal danger or inconvenience, and in short I must even blame Lady Honoria for yielding to such excessive grief, at an event, which, however greatly afflicting to her feelings, should be sustained with fortitude, and tempered with philosophy."

At no time of her life had the amiable Rosa ever succeeded in disguising her feelings, and never could she do that with Trelawney; to whom every thought, every action, every wish, was revealed with that delightful confidence, without which the bands of matrimony are only fetters that chain the heart, but can never unite or blend it together in mutual harmony, love or esteem; but in a case like the present, Mrs. Trelawney felt it impossible to disclose to her husband the only half-formed idea which had suggested itself so fearfully and painfully to her imagination, and from two ostensible causes she wished it to remain a secret in her own breast; even though it were a burthen to her she would bear it, sooner than give Trelawney any occasion for uneasiness; or that he should have any reason for feeling angry or displeased with her darling Tanjore. The necessity therefore of disguising her feelings was so obvious, that she

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"Indeed, Trelawney, I am quite well in health, and am suffering no personal inconvenience from my visits to dear Lady Honoria, and though you do not see me mirthful, I am by no means in a state of dejection so great as you imagine; but come, you shall accompany me to Lady Honoria's, and try what power you will have there to dispel melancholy."

"To that I have not the slightest objection," answered Mr. Trelawney; "I will certainly go with you to Belmont Lodge, and charm you both with my incantations, since my Rosa has been pleased to make me a magician.”

The carriage was now ordered. Previous to her departure, however, Mrs. Trelawney could not avoid taking a peep at her darlings in Mrs. Pelham's apartment, where, on her entrance, the very first object that met her fond maternal looks was Tanjore standing behind Lucy's chair, while she was employed in netting a silk purse, to be presented as a parting gift to Emma, in return for her pretty necklace, which Tanjore was insisting that she should give to him instead of his lovely cousin, but which Lucy had positively refused to do, having wholly designed it for Emma; and this having produced a sort of altercation between them, and quite interrupted the order which Emma, in the character of preceptress, had attentively observed till Tanjore had broken in upon them, she very mildly entreated Mary, who had wholly disengaged her attention from her studies, and was beginning to chatter with her usual volatile flow of spirits, to mind her occupation.

"You know, my dear," cried Emma, "it is not pleasant for me to be continually reminding you of your duty, which I must do if you do not attend to my instructions."

"Well, Emma, it is really my brother Tanjore's fault," cried Mary, looking very grave on the occasion, and resuming her book with redoubled activity; "don't you see how he has been teazing Lucy? and he wont let me alone. If you want us to be quiet, why don't you send my brother Tanjore away. There now, you look angry at me, Emma, but you don't look angry at brother Tanjore."

"But I shall feel very angry if he prevents you from attending to your studies, for all that,” cried the lovely Emma, not once looking at Tanjore while she made the remark; while he almost instantly sprang towards the door, and, with a look which crimsoned the face and neck of Emma in one moment, exclaimed,—

"I will give you no opportunity, then, of exercising your severity towards me, by feeling displeased with one who never to his recollection intentionally offended you."

"My gracious, Emma, how you blush," cried the little officious prattling Mary; but Miss Trelawney gently reprimanded her, and bade her mind the work which Emma had given her to do, at the same time that the generous girl, who really felt for the situation of poor Emma, who exhibited the most powerful confusion, exclaimed,

"I protest, Mary, you are grown the most presuming, bold little creature imaginable; and I am very certain that mamma would not suffer you to be