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finished, and turning round, to her surprise, she found she was not alone. A gentleman was seated at the table, reading; and that gentleman was Mr. Hannington, and he was reading-her essay! Overcome with astonishment, she could hardly speak. She approached the table. The reader looked up, and perceiving her pale, agitated countenance, he exclaimed:

"Pardon me, if I interrupted you. I have been reading with much interest."

Evelyn extended her hand to withdraw her paper; but without seeming to observe her, the intruder continued:

"And you also were interested in your book, for you did not hear me come in. May I ask what you were reading ?”

Having now somewhat recovered her self-possession, Evelyn named the article which had occupied her; and then added, that the papers he had been examining were not public property.

"Excuse me if I trespassed; but seeing them on a library table, I imagined—

"You thought they were left there to be read; but such was not the case, I assure you. Scarcely any one ever comes here but myself; I almost look on this as my own room."

"Indeed-I envy you the possession. A library is always a favourite place of mine. And now,"

he added, "may I inquire the writer of this article? Ah, I am very penetrating, I see it is yourself. Now is it not strange, that at the same moment, we should have been entertaining each other, I reading your manuscript, and you looking over my writings?"

"Indeed!" exclaimed Evelyn in surprise, turning to the magazine.

"Indeed, yes; but that need not surprise you. It is my business. I, on the contrary, might be astonished to learn this was written by a young lady."

Evelyn now more at her ease, replied in a gayer tone, "Ah, you must make no comments on what you ought not to have seen. Pray give it to me, and say no more about it."

"I will give it to you, certainly," he said, suiting the action to the word, "but I should be sorry to say no more about it. Nay, don't be alarmed, I am not going to flatter or even compliment you. Let me speak as a friend. I remember your father well; I knew him when he was young and enthusiastic as yourself-poor Stuart! Well, no more of that," he added hastily, seeing Evelyn's eyes fill with tears, "no more of that. I am glad to find his genius was not in vain. If he left no great work, at least he has given his

talents to his daughter. Are you in the habit of composing?"

"I write a great deal, but it can hardly be called composition; chiefly abstracts on what I have read. But your conversation last night emboldened me. You seemed to echo my own thoughts, so I ventured—”

"You ventured to write an essay on the subject. It is truly an important one, and you have done it justice. Now let me give you a word of advice; read a great deal, and write a great deal, nothing can be done without practice, and practice, you know, makes perfect. I dare say," he added, smiling, "I shall soon number you among the principal contributors to my magazine."

Evelyn smiled also, thinking he spoke in jest, but the words dwelt in her mind. A few days afterwards, Mr. Hannington left the Hall, but the feasting and merriment still continued. Evelyn seldom joined the company, devoting herself almost entirely to reading and composing, and she was soon surprised at her own progress.


Friend after friend departs;

Who hath not lost a friend?

There is no union here of hearts,

That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our only rest,

Living or dying none were blest.


THE season had commenced, and Moreham Hall was again deserted. The Alsingers were of course in town, and Evelyn was alone with her kind hostess. Lady Moreham was anxious that she should see London, and Lady Alsinger, knowing she could be no rival for her Violet, invited her to accompany them. She was only waiting the arrival of some fresh guests to take her place, as Lady Moreham could not be left alone. They came, and all was arranged for Evelyn's departure, when she received a letter from her aunt, written in deep distress, announcing the dangerous illness of her husband. Evelyn was decided in a moment. She hastened to Lady

Moreham, and told her, that instead of going to London she must instantly return to Scotland, to try and comfort her afflicted friends. Lady Moreham was surprised, and endeavoured to dissuade her, but Evelyn was resolute.

"What can you do, child?" she asked. "I see no possible use in your going. You cannot save his life."

"Oh, I know they will be glad to see me," exclaimed Evelyn. "I cannot help him, it is true; but I will console him in his sufferings. I will comfort my aunt; at least she will have some one to weep with her, to feel with her,-indeed, I must go. In my hour of loneliness and sorrow, they took the friendless orphan to their hearts— they received me with a parent's love. Oh, dear Lady Moreham, I am sure you must agree with me. In their time of suffering I must be by their side."

"I do agree with you, my dear child," said the old lady, affectionately. "Do as your heart prompts you. When I am old and dying, you will not forget me."

Evelyn embraced her, and assured her she could never forget her kindness, but would always love her, whether ill or well.

Her preparations were soon completed. She was now in the habit of drawing money from her

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