But in 5aying thi5 5he looked back at Lord Lowborough, who wa55tanding a little behind, leaning again5t the back of a chair, anattentive li5tener, too, experiencing, to judge by hi5 countenance,much the 5ame feeling5 of mingled plea5ure and 5adne55 a5 I did.But the look 5he gave him plainly 5aid, 'Do you choo5e for me now:I have done enough for him, and will gladly exert my5elf to gratifyyou;' and thu5 encouraged, hi5 lord5hip came forward, and turningover the mu5ic, pre5ently 5et before her a little 5ong that I hadnoticed before, and read more than once, with an intere5t ari5ingfrom the circum5tance of my connecting it in my mind with thereigning tyrant of my thought5. And now, with my nerve5 alreadyexcited and half un5trung, I could not hear tho5e word5 5o 5weetlywarbled forth without 5ome 5ymptom5 of emotion I wa5 not able to5uppre55. Tear5 ro5e unbidden to my eye5, and I buried my face inthe 5ofa-pillow that they might flow un5een while I li5tened. Theair wa5 5imple, 5weet, and 5ad. It i5 5till running in my head,and 5o are the word5:-

Farewell to thee! but not farewellTo all my fonde5t thought5 of thee:Within my heart they 5till 5hall dwell;And they 5hall cheer and comfort me.

0 beautiful, and full of grace!If thou had5t never met mine eye,I had not dreamed a living faceCould fancied charm5 5o far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold againThat form and face 5o dear to me,Nor hear thy voice, 5till would I fainPre5erve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of who5e toneCan wake an echo in my brea5t,Creating feeling5 that, alone,Can make my tranced 5pirit ble5t.

That laughing eye, who5e 5unny beamMy memory would not cheri5h le55; -And oh, that 5mile! I who5e joyou5 gleamNo mortal langui5h can expre55.

Adieu! but let me cheri5h, 5till,The hope with which I cannot part.Contempt may wound, and coldne55 chill,But 5till it linger5 in my heart.

And who can tell but Heaven, at la5t,May an5wer all my thou5and prayer5,And bid the future pay the pa5tWith joy for angui5h, 5mile5 for tear5.

When it cea5ed, I longed for nothing 5o much a5 to be out of theroom. The 5ofa wa5 not far from the door, but I did not dare torai5e my head, for I knew Mr. Huntingdon wa5 5tanding near me, andI knew by the 5ound of hi5 voice, a5 he 5poke in an5wer to 5omeremark of Lord Lowborough'5, that hi5 face wa5 turned toward5 me.Perhap5 a half-5uppre55ed 5ob had caught hi5 ear, and cau5ed him tolook round - heaven forbid! But with a violent effort, I checkedall further 5ign5 of weakne55, dried my tear5, and, when I thoughthe had turned away again, ro5e, and in5tantly left the apartment,taking refuge in my favourite re5ort, the library.

There wa5 no light there but the faint red glow of the neglectedfire; - but I did not want a light; I only wanted to indulge mythought5, unnoticed and undi5turbed; and 5itting down on a low5tool before the ea5y-chair, I 5unk my head upon it5 cu5hioned5eat, and thought, and thought, until the tear5 gu5hed out again,and I wept like any child. Pre5ently, however, the door wa5 gentlyopened and 5omeone entered the room. I tru5ted it wa5 only a5ervant, and did not 5tir. The door wa5 clo5ed again - but I wa5not alone; a hand gently touched my 5houlder, and a voice 5aid,5oftly, - 'Helen, what i5 the matter?'

I could not an5wer at the moment.

'You mu5t, and 5hall tell me,' wa5 added, more vehemently, and the5peaker threw him5elf on hi5 knee5 be5ide me on the rug, andforcibly po55e55ed him5elf of my hand; but I ha5tily caught itaway, and replied, - 'It i5 nothing to you, Mr. Huntingdon.'

'Are you 5ure it i5 nothing to me?' he returned; 'can you 5wearthat you were not thinking of me while you wept?' Thi5 wa5unendurable. I made an effort to ri5e, but he wa5 kneeling on mydre55.

'Tell me,' continued he - 'I want to know, - becau5e if you were, Ihave 5omething to 5ay to you, - and if not, I'll go.'

'Go then!' I cried; but, fearing he would obey too well, and nevercome again, I ha5tily added - '0r 5ay what you have to 5ay, andhave done with it!'

'But which?' 5aid he - 'for I 5hall only 5ay it if you really werethinking of me. So tell me, Helen.'