Mr Donald, the lovely Jean having gone to take an airing with her father and aunt."

And, glad to be relieved by any thing from his own thoughts, Tanjore was very willing to accept of the invitation, which was not only gratifying to his taste but his feelings; and in a few minutes they were attended by Mr. Donald, who being an ancient domestic in the service of the Duke, was considered the major domo of his Grace's establishment. He had, indeed, very great authority invested in his hands, having been a very deserving favorite with the late lamented and amiable Duchess, at whose demise he was raised by the Duke to still greater honors, and continued to prove himself every way worthy of the distinguished favors which were conferred on him, by the most exemplary fidelity and gratitude to his master.

"I hope we shall not intrude upon your time, Mr. Donald," cried Tanjore, on perceiving the goodhumoured pleasantry which was exhibited on his

countenance.

Sair, I beg ye wull think nathing of that at a'," cried Donald, bowing down to the ground; "I am proud of the distinguished honor of attending ye, and will it please ye to gang all over the Castle, I wad nae think muckle o' the trouble of shewing ye a' the bonnie sights ye ha'e to see there.”

By this time they had reached the door of the picture-gallery, into which Donald presently conducted them, the magnificence of which perfectly astonished the tutor and his pupil. The half-finished portrait of the late Duchess was concealed by a rich drapery of crimson satin, but as it stood in the centre of this

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spacious and elegant apartment, Donald removed the drapery, and disclosed the form and features of the lovely Duchess to their view. He heaved a sigh as he withdrew the curtain, while he exclaimed,—

"See ye now, Sairs, the bonnie flower that's ay now mingling wi' the dust; gude truth, it was a mournfu' day when she bowed her head to the earth; ay, it was a day which gar'd a' folks to greet, for there was nae the like of her in a' Scotland, for she baith filled the weam and claithed the back of mony one that had nae the siller to win it for theirselves."

The resemblance of the late Duchess to her lovely daughter was striking to a degree: the hair, indeed, was a shade lighter than Lady Jean Belmont's, but the fair open brows, the high forehead, and the dark blue brilliant eyes, with the dignified expression which illumined them, were the same as shone in the face of the beautiful Jean; and Fothersgill rapturously exclaimed,

"You will never loose sight of this lovely portrait, Mr. Donald, while the fair daughter of the Duke of Belmont lives."

"It is the vary model of her, is it not, Sair?" cried Donald, his eyes glittering with the tear of sensibility paid to the memory of his departed mistress. "There whar never twa peas mair like i' the same pod, only that ye wull ken the bonnie wean has gotten mair flesh about her; ay, she's right bonnie, an' mony one wad be sighing for the blithsome lassie, wad she but gi'e 'em a blink o' her een.”

To which Fothersgill replied,—

"That's sooner said than done, I believe though