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Oftentimes a feeling, more vivid than memory, brings her before me-I see her sit in her old elbow chair-her arms folded upon her lapa tear upon her cheek, that seems to upbraid her unkind daughter for some inattention-I wipe it away and kiss her honored lips.

Maria! when I have been fancying all this, Allan will come in, with his poor eyes red with weeping, and taking me by the hand, destroy the vision in a moment.

I am prating to you, my sweet cousin, but it is the prattle of the heart, which Maria loves. Besides, whom have I to talk to of these things but you you have been my counsellor in times past, my companion, and sweet familiar friend. Bear with me a little--I mourn the "cherishers of my infancy."

I sometimes count it a blessing, that my father did not prove the survivor. You know something of his story. You know there was a foul tale current-it was the busy malice of that bad man, S which helped to spread it abroad-you will recollect the active good nature of our friends W- and T

; what pains they took to undeceive people-with the better sort their kind labours prevailed; but

there was still a party who shut their ears. You know the issue of it. My father's great spirit bore up against it for some time-my father never was a bad man-but that spirit was broken at the last-and the greatly-injured man was forced to leave his old paternal dwelling in Staffordshire-for the neighbours had begun to point at him.-Maria! I have seen them point at him, and have been ready to drop.

In this part of the country, where the slander had not reached, he sought a retreat—and he found a still more grateful asylum in the daily solicitudes of the best of wives.

"An enemy hath done this," I have heard him say and at such times my mother would speak to him so soothingly of forgiveness, and long-suffering, and the bearing of injuries with patience; would heal all his wounds with so gentle a touch; I have seen the old man weep like a child.

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The gloom that beset his mind, at times betrayed him into scepticism-he has doubted if there be a Providence! I have heard him say, "GOD has built a brave world, but methinks he has left his creatures to bustle in it how they may."

At such times he could not endure to hear my mother talk in a religious strain. He would say, "Woman, have done-you confound, you perplex me, when you talk of these matters, and for one day at least unfit me for the business of life."

I have seen her look at him-O GOD, Maria! such a look! it plainly spake that she was willing to have shared her precious hope with the partner of her earthly cares-but she found a repulse

Deprived of such a wife, think you, the old man could have long endured his existence? or what consolation would his wretched daughter have had to offer him, but silent and imbecile tears?

My sweet cousin, you will think me tediousand I am so-but it does me good to talk these matters over. And do not you be alarmed for me-my sorrows are subsiding into a deep and sweet resignation. I shall soon be sufficiently composed, I know it, to participate in my friend's. happiness.

Let me call her, while yet I may, my own Maria Leslie! Methinks, I shall not like you. by any other name. Beaumont ! Maria Beau

mont! it hath a strange sound with it— I shall never be reconciled to this name-but do not you fear-Maria Leslie shall plead with me for Maria Beaumont.

And now, my sweet Friend,

God love you, and your

ELINOR CLARE.

I find in my collection several letters, written soon after the date of the preceding, and addressed all of them to Maria Beaumont.-I am tempted to make some short extracts from these --my tale will suffer interruption by them-but I was willing to preserve whatever memorials I could of Elinor Clare.

From Elinor Clare to Maria Beaumont.

(AN EXTRACT.)

"I HAVE been strolling out for half an

hour in the fields; and my mind has been occu

pied by thoughts, which Maria has a right to participate. I have been bringing my mother to my recollection. My heart ached with the remembrance of infirmities, that made her closing years of life so sore a trial to her.

I was concerned to think, that our family differences have been one source of disquiet to her. I am sensible that this last we are apt to exaggerate after a person's death-and surely, in the main, there was considerable harmony among the members of our little family-still F was concerned to think, that we ever gave hier gentle spirit disquiet.

I thought on years back-on all my parents" friends-the H- -s, the Fs, on DS, and on many a merry evening, in the fire-side circle, in that comfortable back parlour-it is never used now.—

O ye Matravises* of the age, ye know not what ye lose, in despising these petty topics of endeared remembrance, associated circumstances of past times ;-ye know not the throbbings of the heart, tender yet affectionately

* This name will be explained presently.

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