persevere in destroying so pure, so guileless a

creature.

Lord Annandale says, that he has given orders to stop all legal proceedings, now that death has released him from a marriage he wished to dissolve; and that, as soon as a decent time shall have elapsed, he will call on me for the fulfilment of my promise of becoming his. Little does this weak man dream of the difference between the innocent being he has repudiated, and the guilty one he would take to his arms. Little thinks he, that the one on whose brow he would place the coronet of his ancestral line, is the crouching, trembling slave of a low ruffian; a wretch, whose hands are steeped in blood, and whose lips may, at any hour, stamp disgrace and infamy on the future Countess of Annandale.

Let me come to you, Delphine, and rest

beneath your roof until I become a wife, and

entitled to some legal protection. Here, I have no friend nay, no one to whom I could give the term, even in its broad sense, except the Comtesse Hohenlinden; and her house, the scene of continual gaiety and dissipation, would be no fit abode for me under my present circumstances. Let me have a line, to say I may come, and I will instantly leave England, where every object reminds me of all that I wish to forget-my crimes, and their punishment. Once the wife of Annandale, I will become a different creature; my new duties shall be scrupulously performed, my past sins deeply repented, and atoned.

There may be still pardon for guilt even dark as mine; and if that wretch, whose power hangs threatening over me, like the sword of Damocles suspended but by a thread,

molests me not, I may again know peace on earth.

A letter has this moment arrived, apprising me that Augusta has secured me five thousand pounds, as a last token of regard. To me, who betrayed-who destroyed her! This is one of the rewards of my crine; it is the price of the blood of my victim! And she could think of me,- dear, suffering angel! and that kindly, too, even when the hand of death was on her; while I was anticipating the succession to her position, and, for the attainment of this evil object, not hesitating to sacrifice her fame, and, consequently, her life.

This last act of hers has flooded my heart with tenderness, which runs over at my eyes; and I feel relieved by the tears that seem inexhaustible. Would that I could shed them

upon your bosom, Delphine! and that you

could speak comfort to the tortured heart of your

CAROLINE.

MISS MONTRESSOR TO LA MARQUISE

DE VILLEROI.

THE papers have announced to me, chère Delphine, that the unfortunate man arrested for the murder of my poor aunt has been tried, found guilty, and condemned to death. Oh, gracious God! how bitter are my feelings at the reflection that I knew his innocence that a word of mine might have saved him, and that I dared not utter it! How dreadful, how appalling, to know that the existence of

a fellow-creature depends on

nied the power of saving him!

me, and be de

Here is another

crime added to the fearful catalogue of mineanother life, which I have been the means of sacrificing! Where, where will the fatal consequences of my guilt end? I cannot banish the terrible thought from my mind, that the blood of this innocent man rests on my head. In what a labyrinth of guilt do I find myself entangled one crime following fast on the steps of the other! I wonder I do not lose my senses, and almost wish I did; for madness, if it produced obliviousness of this last year, would be preferable-oh, how infinitely preferable!-to reason.

Imagination pictures this unfortunate man, led forth to the scene of his death; his white locks waving in the breeze; his tottering limbs bending beneath the weight of his languid frame; and his eyes turned towards that