ligion, government, and honesty, you, my dear, are bound to, I pray and beseech you to grant me £1,600 per annum (quarterly to be paid).

"Also, I would (besides that allowance for my apparel) have £600 added yearly (quarterly to be paid) for the performance of charitable works; and those things I would not, neither will be, accountable for.

"Also, I will have three horses for my own saddle, that none shall dare lend or borrow; none lend but I, none borrow but you.

"Also, I would have two gentlewomen, lest one should be sick, or have some other left. Also, I believe that it is an indecent thing for a gentlewoman to stand mumping alone, when God hath blessed their lord and lady with good estate.

"Also, when I ride a-hunting or hawking, or travel from one house to another, I will have them attending; so, for either of those said women, I MUST and WILL have for either of them a horse.

"Also, I will have six or eight gentlemen, and I will have my two coaches, one lined with velvet to myself, with four very fair horses; and a coach for my women, lined with sweet cloth, one laced with gold, the other with scarlet, and laced with watched lace and silver, and four good horses.

"Also, I will have two coachmen, one for my own coach, the other for my women.

"Also, at any time when I travel, I will be allowed not only caroches and spare horses for me and my women, but I will have such carriages as shall be fitting for all orderly purposes: not pestering my things with my women's, nor theirs with chambermaids', nor theirs with washmaids'.

"Also, for laundresses, when I travel, I will have them sent away before with the carriages, to see all safe; and the chambermaids I will have go before with the greens, that the chambers may be ready, sweet, and clean.

"Also, for that it is indecent to crowd myself up with my gentleman usher in my coach, I will have him to have a convenient horse, to attend me either in city or in country. And I must have two footmen. And my desire is that you defray all the charges for me.

"And for myself, besides my yearly allowance, I would have twenty gowns of apparel, six of them excellent good ones, eight of them for the country, and six of them very excellent good ones.

Also, I would have, to put me in my purse, £2,000 and £200, and so for you to pay my debts.

"Also, I will have £6,000 to buy me jewels, and £4,000 to buy me a pearl chain.

Now, seeing I am so reasonable unto you, I pray you to find my children apparel, and their schooling, and also my servants (men and women) their wages.

"Also, I will have my houses furnished, and all my lodging-chambers to be suited with all such furniture as is fit-as beds, stools, chairs, suitable cushions, carpets, silver warming-pans, cupboards of plate, fair hangings, and such like; so for my drawing-chambers in all houses I will have them delicately furnished, both with hangings, couch, canopy, glass, carpet, chair-cushions, and all things thereunto belonging.

"Also, my desire is that you will pay all my debts, build Ashby-House, and purchase lands, and lend no money (as you love God) to the Lord Chamberlain (Thomas Howard, Earl of Suffolk), which would have all-perhaps your life-from you. Remember his son, my Lord Walden, what entertainment he gave me when we were at the Tilt-yard. If you were dead he said he would be a husband, a father, a brother, and he said he would marry me. I protest I grieve to see the poor man have so little wit and honesty to use his friend so vilely. Also, he fed me with untruth concerning the Charterhouse; but that is the least: he wished me much harm-you know him. God keep you and me from such as him.

"So now I have declared to you what I would have, and what I would not have, I pray that when you be an earl to allow me £1,000 more than I now desire, and double attendance! "Your loving wife,

"ELIZA COMPTON."

Certain contemporary historians have asserted that the lady's large fortune turned her lord's head. Query-Had the above letter nothing to do with that calamity?

GOD'S LOVE.-The following lines are said to have been written by a person commonly esteemed an absolute idiot. A ray from the sanc tuary, revealing the mercies of redemption as well as of creation, must surely have glanced. across his mind.

"Could we with ink the ocean fill,

Were the whole earth of parchment made,
Were every single stick a quill,

And every man a scribe by trade:

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky."

"SOMETHING must be done; I can bear this no longer."

I remember just the spot where, as I spoke these words, I paused between the table and the rug in my small parlor-small, but pleasant and tasteful, as I had often congratulated myself, looking at the pretty lace curtains and the Brussels carpet, its dark moss-green ground flushed and warm with tropical roses.

I, Louise Hastings, had carried for a whole week a slow, steady heartache. Sometimes this aching had suddenly sprang into a quick, fierce life, and pain which seemed as though it would smother my breath and drive my reason into a great whirl of madness. But that was when I looked off to the future, and remembered the past; and my will was stubborn and my pride was strong; and I held down memory and imagination with all the might of both, for I dreaded every recurrence of that fierce, choking pain as I would have dreaded tongues of fire leaping suddenly along my shrinking nerves. So I had borne myself before my husband and any one with whom I chanced to be thrown steadily enough, perhaps with a little added dignity; but that no one would be likely to observe who had not the key to it.

I had been a wife, loving and deeply beloved, for a year, and that winter was the twentyfourth of my life. It was the thirtieth of that of Maurice Hastings, my husband, who had been for four years a physician in the old town of Woolcottville, where we had resided ever since our marriage.

I was an only child, and my parents died before my remembrance. My aunt, who had adopted me, was a childless widow in very comfortable circumstances, and she was very fond of me, and had indulged every wish of mine, so far as her fortune permitted. At nineteen, with small knowledge of the world and smaller of my own heart, I had become the betrothed wife of Henry Somers, whose mother was an old and beloved friend of my aunt. Harry was a spoiled child; so was I. We fancied that we adored each other. He had all those charms of conversation, those graces of person and manner which are so apt to attract the fancy of a young, inexperienced girl; he was intelligent, enthusiastic, full of warm,

generous impulses; but I could not penetrate beneath these, and see that the character of Henry Somers lacked moral force and discipline. For a while we got on very smoothly together; then certain antagonisms in our characters began to develop themselves. Both were highspirited, both unconsciously selfish and exacting; so, during the second six months of our engagement, we had frequent jars, recriminations, and reconciliations. Then Harry went West to survey some lands in which his father had been speculating.

We were to have been married on his return, and we parted with mutual protestations of eternal fidelity. But Henry Somers was impulsive and susceptible; his absence was necessarily prolonged; and an old friend of his father's with whom he passed several weeks had a young and beautiful daughter, in whose society he was constantly thrown. I was grieved to find that his letters grew less frequent, and that there was a sensible diminution in their first ardor.

My aunt was not a woman to submit quietly to this, if I had been; and she soon obtained indubitable evidence that Harry had involved himself in a flirtation which was most dishonorable, with the relations that we occupied to each other. Her indignation was keen; her fears were aroused for the happiness of the child who was dearer to her than life. She laid the facts before me, and stimulated my pride into dissolving our engagement.

But the knowledge of Harry's perfidy was a terrible stroke to me, for my faith in him had been boundless, and he was the idol of my girlish dreams and fancies. But the bitter experience did me good. That great sorrow thundered in a wild storm over my soul, but it passed away, leaving it better and stronger; and as I have lived to know that the aim and end of all living is to become this, I have thanked God for the rain in the morning of my life.

A year and a half later I met my husband for the first time at a quiet little watering-place situated near a cove where we had gone for the sea air and bathing.

Maurice Hastings was unlike any of the men with whom I had been thrown; he was grave,

thoughtful, studious; yet there was a spring of keen humor in his nature, which sparkled in his deep gray eyes and flashed in ripples of light over the fine, grave face.

Each was interested in the other from the beginning. His conversation formed a vivid contrast with that of any other man's I had ever known, as we walked down on the beach in the sweet summer evenings, and watched the great white temples of mist rising slowly up from the ocean, and lifting their silver colonnades to the stars. Our talk ranged everywhere; on nature and art, philosophy, history, religion. I felt my whole nature expanding and intensifying as I listened, and the graceful flatteries and insipid talk with which I had formerly been entertained now grew vapid and disagreeable. Not that Maurice Hastings was pedantic, but to me his conversation was full of stimulation and suggestion.

It did not take us long to penetrate the mutual interest which each took in the other. Maurice was the sincerest and most candid of men, and though he seldom flattered me, still the look of pleased interest and amusement which flashed down on me as we stood on the yellow sands bordered with a great silver blossoming of spray, deepened into one of tenderness before that fair chapter in my life was closed. My aunt was pleased with Maurice, still she was very ambitious for my future, and the thought that I should marry a country physician with no prospect but his profession was not gratifying to her pride. But, spite of herself, Maurice daily compelled more of her respect, and my engagement with Harry Somers had shown her how much better than wealth is it for a woman to have a strong, true heart to depend on.

Woolcottville was not so far from New York but that Maurice could see me for a few days every month; and in a little while those days had become to me the precious jewels strung along the thread of the weeks.

My mind and heart had found before they had passed out from the gates of girlhood the companionship which they had lingered and thirsted for, and life had something better and holier than the mere living for selfish enjoyment and happiness. And in one of those visits Maurice told me those most blessed and tender words whose memory still thrills my heart, and shakes, while I write, the old, sweet tears into my eyes.

My aunt gave her consent to my choice, on the whole, with cheerfulness; and the next spring Maurice brought me to his home, the small, graceful cottage lying like a white shell VOL. LXIV.-38

among green surges of larches and cedars, and here there went over my head in great light and love my first year of wifehood.

Sometimes there stole across my heart, when I sat by the side of my husband, a little shadow, and that was the thought that my life had one secret from him, for I had never revealed my engagement to Harry Somers. It had been my intention to do this, but my aunt had dissuaded me from it. I was young, and had great faith in her wisdom and discretion, and I did not altogether perceive that her standard was a worldly and politic one; that she had no lofty stand-point, no high ideals of living; and, kind and generous though she was, that her wisdom was only that of her day and generation. So when I turned suddenly to her, one morning, from the piano, where I had been practising my music-lesson for the day, while she was carefully washing some old-fashioned china, which had been preserved as heir-looms in the family, and said to her: "Aunt Eliza, don't you think that it is my duty to inform Maurice of my engagement with Harry Somers?" she answered me:

"Don't do anything of the kind, my child; a man has no right to be inquisitive about such matters, so long as they in no wise concern himself. You would only annoy and pain Maurice by making any allusion to the subject, and it will be much wiser to keep still. I have known serious trouble to result from injudicious disclosures of this kind."

"But, aunty, it doesn't seem quite honorable, somehow. If Maurice were in my place, I should want to know the whole truth."

"That is quite natural, Louise; but he would be wiser to lock up the secret in his own heart. You will be glad if you take my advice."

And I took it, but I was not satisfied. One night, not long before our marriage, I said to Maurice, as we sat together on the divan in the alcove beyond the parlor :

"I wonder what your faults are; I haven't found one out yet!"

The grave face bent on me its sweet and tenderest smile. "They will come soon enough, my little girl. You know the true work and aim of marriage is to improve each other; to grow better, nobler in all aspirations and living."

"But everybody, almost, fancies it is only to be happier in one way or another, according to their tastes and feelings."

"I know it; but we must get at a higher range of vision than that. As for my faults,. you'll find them out soon and fast enough, I'll promise you."

"Tell me one, just one of them, Maurice; please, now"-drawing closer to him.

"Why do you want to know?" drawing his arm around my waist.

"Because-because I do."

"Most satisfactory reason for a woman, but you shall be gratified for this time. One of my faults is, Louise, that I'm naturally jealous -that is, if there be any cause for it. I've tried to curb and control this quality, and you will never experience any trouble from it, my little girl. Then, as I am exclusive in my fancies and affections, I am apt to be exacting."

My conversation with my aunt flashed at this moment across my memory. "Maurice, you must have perfect confidence in those whom you love!"

"Perfect; if that is once shaken, it is generally never restored. If I am once deceived there, it is not in my nature to trust again. I can forgive much, but I must have faith in which there is no change, no shaking."

A confession trembled on my lips; but the words of my aunt came back to me, and my heart played me traitor.

It was the first anniversary of our weddingday. Maurice and I had been out to ride, for it was the time of the year's awakening, and her pulses were full of the youth and the joy of the spring. Maurice had set me down at the gate of our home, in the late afternoon, and driven on farther to see a patient of his. I had gone up stairs, and only removed my bonnet, when our solitary domestic put her head in at my door, saying there was a gentleman in the parlor who wished to see me.

"Louise Carlton!"

I knew him with the first glance, and it was not strange that my heart gave a quick flutter, for the last time that I had looked on that face and listened to the bright tone I had been the betrothed wife of Henry Somers. He came forward, now, with all the old grace and assurance of manner, and gave me his hand. My greeting must have been awkward and constrained, for the thought of my husband made my guest an unwelcome one.

"I was within a half dozen miles of Woolcottville, and the longing to look on your face, Louise, had grown so strong that I could not go farther until I had been nearer it." And a shadow crept over the handsome face of Henry Somers; and, sitting in my own parlor and listening to his tones, my heart went back to the past for a moment, and I almost believed that I was a girl again. But only for a moment; that heart had given no disloyal throb; in its

depths was not one feeling of lurking tenderness for the man before me; and I said, with a calmness and dignity that Harry Somers could not have remembered: "You forget, Mr. Somers, that our relations make a little less freedom of manner more acceptable with me."

A shadow darkened his face; he looked a moment in mine. "Ah, Louise," he broke out, "have you no warmer welcome than this for the man who has come to entreat your pardon, and who must go mourning all his days for the wrong which he has done you?"

"Mr. Somers, you, the husband of another woman, I, the wife of another man, have no right to listen to words like these."

"No, Louise, I am not the husband of another woman!"

"Are you not married?" I asked, bewildered and amazed.

"No; I was a fool and a scoundrel, Louise, and for a while I was fascinated, bewildered by the beauty and arts of one who penetrated my weakness too well, and took advantage of it. But she never superseded you in my affections, though I was too angry and too proud, when I got your letter and your aunt's, to tell you this. I lived on, after I awoke from that mad intoxication, for which I have cursed myself in bitterness of soul ever since, in the hope that all would yet be restored betwixt us, until, just as I had finished up my business, and was about starting for home, I heard-oh, Louise, have pity upon me for all that I have suffered !"

He came over to my side, and sat down by me, and grasped my hand. The handsome face was white with anguish, and, looking on it, I pitied Harry Somers for his folly and his weakness, and this feeling must have faltered through my tones.

"It is sin for me to listen to such words from

you, Harry Somers. What if my husband should hear, should know"-I caught and choked back the words, remembering.

"What, Louise, have you never told him of our engagement?"

I did not answer with my lips, but the pain and anguish in my face told Harry Somers what he asked. A look of gladness, triumph flashed over his face. I saw the hope which he had gathered from that knowledge, and it galled me as a great wrong done to my husband. But the next moment all other feelings were merged in the dread of his return. What would he think, what would he say, if he should return and find Harry there? Oh, I saw my mistake then, and all the misapprehension and misery to which it might lead, and I resolved that

before I slept Maurice should know all that I had to tell him. But every moment that my guest remained was dangerous now. I rose up.

66 Harry Somers, I forgive you for all that is past, and with these words I beseech you to leave me this moment. I am the wife of a good and noble man, and I love him too well to prolong our interview now. Forget me from this hour, and may the lesson which it teaches make you a wiser and a better man. You have all that my heart can give you-its best wishes. Now, go!"

He rose up with great reluctance and great pain in his face; he grasped both of my hands, and kissed them wildly.

"Oh, Louise, of whom I was not worthy, farewell!" And he was gone.

I drew a long breath of relief as the front gate opened and closed sharply. "Thank God, Maurice has not met him!" I murmured, and then I sank down into a chair, and great jets of tears poured over my cheeks; but the bitterness in them was the thought of my husband, not of Harry Somers. I did not weep there long; it would not do for Maurice to come in and find me thus, and I started to go up stairs.

My way crossed the sitting-room. The shadows had begun to steal into the corners; but in one of them was a shadow darker than that of the early evening. It rose up and came forward.

"Oh, Maurice, is that you?" "It is I, Louise."

He had heard all-the changed, strained voice told me that, without his uttering another word. I grasped his arm. "Oh, Maurice, only hear me; I can satisfy you, I can explain all!"

He shook off my hand, and stood stern and still before me. His lips were white as the lips which never give forth sound or smile. "Louise Hastings, you were once the betrothed wife of that man who has just left you?"

I could not deny it; and before my lips could stammer out any words my face had given

answer.

"And you have never told me this; and he has dared to come into my house and pour into your ear the old story of his passion; and you have listened to it, and only sent him away because of your fear that I, your miserable dupe, your wronged and wretched husband, should know the truth."

"Only hear me, Maurice; only let me explain."

He shook me off again, and the anger in his eyes was terrible enough to strike me to the

earth, if I had not the consciousness that I was far less guilty than he supposed. But the facts were against me, and Maurice was a jealous man.

"Out of your own mouth do I condemn you, Louise Hastings; my confidence in you is lost forever. The wife that I believed in and loved better than my life has gone out of my heart forever. It would have been better for us both if we had died before this hour."

I shivered and staggered under the terrible words, but there was no pity in Maurice's face. Then my pride roused itself.

"I shall not stand by and hear such words from your lips, Maurice Hastings, no matter how the facts may condemn me, so long as you will not listen to the explanation which I could make. And as you send me out of your heart forever, it is best that I should go out of your home, also, to-night."

"No, unless you insist upon it; you can stay here if you like, and what I have learned this night need never again be alluded to by either of us. Only remember my confidence in you has gone, and my love with it!"

I did not stay to hear another word. I went up stairs with a deep weight and pain in my heart. I was proud as well as Maurice, and I knew that he had been unjust to me. No matter how strong the facts were against me, an explanation of them was my right and his duty. But for once anger and jealousy had hardened the noble heart of Maurice Hastings, and his reproaches had stung me into silence and endurance. We were both in the wrongGod forgive us!

Of the week which followed I must write briefly. Its long, slow days went down into dark, slow nights, and brought neither rest nor peace to my spirit. Maurice and I preserved towards each other a grave reserve, which would not have attracted the notice of a stranger, and as we had company for three or four days at this time, we were left but little alone. I managed to preside at my table and supervise the household affairs in a way which elicited no observation, and I wondered often at my own self-control and at the calmness and ostensible interest with which I often found myself discussing indifferent matters with my friends, while I carried that pain in my heart which leaped into such vivid life and anguish when I was alone.

As for Maurice, I could see that he grew paler every day, and the grave, kindly mouth had a look of fixedness and pain which had never borne its witness there before.