now frequently be met with in the environs of the lake of Geneva. At the period of our story, however, the islanders had long been debarred entrance to foreign climes, and foreign customs, consequently, reigned with an undisputed sway.

With a beating heart Alphonzo took his way to the cottage. The scenes of infancy, in which he had first felt an unknown pleasure in the society of little Emily of the. glen-the visions of childhood-the deeper reflections of youth-and the moving incidents of yesterday-all rushed upon his mind. Almost he would have wished himself a stranger at the hospitable mansion whither he was going, so much was he agitated in anticipation of the succeeding interview with Emily. At length, with an emotion, now subsiding for a moment, and again increasing, as it responded to the current of his thoughts, he reached the house, and after a cordial salutation from the Major, who met him at the door, entered the room where Mrs. Villaret and Emily were waiting his arrival. Their morning

swept away as it flowed. The moon was bright upon its troubled breast.* Silence had thrown his mantle over the neighbouring hills, and all seemed hushed in repose, save the stream, and him who watched it as it fled.

Here, again, he retraced the occurrences of the day; again, he wondered at the hidden cause of Emily's mysterious agitation; and, again, he asked himself" Could it have been connected with me?-No, no! One so amiable, so lovely, so pious, could never think of the poor wanderer, Alphonzo. He could have no attractions for a mind, whose hopes have so long been fixed on heaven. What congeniality could there be between her, and one whose heart has hitherto been so much set on the enjoyments and pleasures of this unsubstantial scene? Alas! how transitory, how unsatisfying, have they proved!"

* The waters of the Upper Rhone are peculiarly dark and muddy. It is not until they have been purified in passing through the lake of Geneva, that they assume that lucid appearance, which is so striking before they unite with the

Arva.

From these meditations he was roused by the bugle at the gates of the castle, which were still closed as in feudal times, when the evening bell was heard among the hills. It was the servant whom he had despatched to Major Villaret's soon after his reaching home, with enquiries for Emily. Having received his report, which our readers are aware would be favourable, he returned to his apartment. It was in vain, however, that he threw himself upon the bed, and attempted to snatch a hasty repose. His heart was too deeply agitated to permit slumber to visit his eyes, and as soon as the twilight was opening on the earth, he. arose, ordered his horse, and proceeded towards the cottage.

When he arrived, the family were still enjoying the refreshment weary nature de mands; and as the house was quiet, he thence augured well of the invalid. Giving his horse to his servant, he strolled, scarce knowing where he went, down to the lake; and, before he was aware whither his path conducted, he found himself on the spot^

sphere through which he shines at the horizon.

Though from her retired situation, and the custom, we have alluded to, of allowing to young, and unmarried, females but little intercourse with society, a custom so eminently detrimental to the developement of character, we might have anticipated something ungraceful in her motions, there was an unstudied ease, and dignity, in all she did, at once attractive and commanding. Her dark eye, inherited from her mother, and indicating an alliance, which subsisted through that line, with the warmer suns of Languedoc, had that pensive cast about it, which bespeaks a heart overflowing with sensibility, and easily touched by another's woe. Her hair was of a jetty hue, and formed a striking contrast with the brow it oftentimes carelessly covered, whose exquisite whiteness reminded you of the wreath that crested her native hills. Unattainable by any effort of imitation, there was in her manner a peculiar suavity, denoting that refinement of feeling, which, imbibed in the

now frequently be met with in the environs of the lake of Geneva. At the period of our story, however, the islanders had long been debarred entrance to foreign climes, and foreign customs, consequently, reigned with an undisputed sway.

With a beating heart Alphonzo took his way to the cottage. The scenes of infancy, in which he had first felt an unknown pleasure in the society of little Emily of the. glen-the visions of childhood-the deeper reflections of youth-and the moving incidents of yesterday-all rushed upon his mind. Almost he would have wished himself a stranger at the hospitable mansion whither he was going, so much was he agitated in anticipation of the succeeding interview with Emily. At length, with an emotion, now subsiding for a moment, and again increasing, as it responded to the current of his thoughts, he reached the house, and after a cordial salutation from the Major, who met him at the door, entered the room where Mrs. Villaret and Emily were waiting his arrival. Their morning