-there shall be an emancipation of the mind-reason shall reign the universal God."

This sounded strange in ears unaccustomed to such doctrines; and Reine, though she comprehended not, listened in silent admiration of the great talents and varied knowledge of Monthermer. And when he spoke of Themistocles, of Miltiades, of him who left those most glorious heirs of his fame, the victories of Leuctra and Mantinea, to perpetuate the memory of Epaminondas, whilst the world endures :-or of the territory now under the government of the tyrant of Epirus, once the dominion of Pyrrhus; she saw the tears start into her father's eyes, and she also wept the greatness which had departed from the land. But when Monthermer discussed with them the philosophy of the ancients, contrasted Socrates and Plato,

and Xenophon, with the saints and fathers of the Romish and Greek churches, he would find occasion to insinuate most subtle sophistry. Then Reine observed, that Canziani shook his head and replied not; and that her mother, casting her eyes towards a picture of the Panagia which decorated the apartment, would press her daughter's hand fervently within her own. But Monthermer's lips wore a smile, which, beautiful as it was, in its bitter irony made Reine tremble.

A few of Monthermer's books, and a miniature painting, had been preserved by Mr., uninjured by the fire; these books were the works of some of the Latin and Italian poets, a favourite Greek author, and some of the classics of his own country. He started at sight of the miniature, and a deep blush overspread for a moment his features. It

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had fallen from his bosom during his exertions in the British palace, and he thought of it as lost to him for ever. Reine Canziani had received it from her father, who was obliged to go early in the morning to Constantinople on business, ere he had time to deliver it himself to his guest. She put it into Monthermer's hand, and, as she gave it with a half suppressed sigh, she said, "Are all your countrywomen, Signor, so beautiful ?” He looked at her with an expression

of

agony that made her tremble.

The female countenance, delineated on the ivory with all the truth and animation of life, was indeed lovely beyond the power of language to describe. A profusion of the palest auburn hair waved around the nobly arched brow and polished forehead, whose transparent white was only invaded by the tender blue of the wandering vein.

The deep azure of the large full eye beamed with somewhat of pensive melancholy, under the shade of the long silken eyelash-a hue of. soft carnation tinged the fairest of complexions, and the finely-formed mouth seemed to breathe, even on that ivory surface, a sweet contemplative serenity. It was a face such as angels might have claimed kindred with, or like some spirit half released from the bonds of earth, glowing with all the beauty of an immortal, and still retaining one lingering shade of the sorrows of expiring nature. Monthermer continued to gaze on the picture some moments, in breathless intenseness. His pale brow evincing the struggles of those deep feelings over which he could not gain the mastery; at length, turning to the silent and expectant Reine, he said "Did you ask

me if all the daughters of Britain are

fair as this?-Earth never saw her equal —the world cannot boast another Eugenia !'' His lip quivered as he spoke, then, in a calmer voice, he added, " You, Reine, are the only being I have ever thought to resemble her. She had your sweetness of manner, your soft persuasive voice, your engaging smile; and once, Reine, her mind was innocent as your own."

Alas!" said Reine, "is she then no more? Can those beautiful eyes be closed in death ?”

"Would to God that they were," cried Monthermer wildly; "would to God that the sea rolled over her, that the earth had opened to receive us both ere" here the violence of his emotion interrupted his voice, and, striking his hand on his forehead, he paced the room with hasty strides.