Mrs. Alexander, whilst numerous people were sent off in all directions in search of Sedley.

Oh! how wearisome were the hours-how did they seem to lag as poor Teresa watched for the return of the men. Three hours elapsed, and her patience was nearly exhausted, when figures were again seen issuing from the woods, and coming along the road at a slow pace. At this sight Teresa broke from her friends, who vainly strove to arrest her, and darting out into the grounds, ran rapidly to meet the advancing party.

Mrs. Alexander and Catherine followed her, but she had reached the men long before they could. She saw that they bore a form on some planks, and she instantly conjectured the worst. In an authoritative tone she desired them to set down their load; they obeyed, and she crept silently up to it, expecting to meet such another sight as she had lately witnessed. Slowly and fearfully she turned her eyes towards it- but what was the ecstacy of her feelings when she heard her own name faintly uttered by the voice

she best loved. She threw herself on her knees beside the plank, and fixed her eyes eagerly for an instant on Sedley's face, for it was, indeed, Sedley; he answered her gaze by a languid smile, and, raising himself with difficulty held out his arms to her. In an instant she was clasped in his embrace, and, finding that he was sinking back again through pain and weakness, she supported him tenderly in her arms.

The men despatched in search of Sedley had gone over the same ground twenty times without success; at last, as they were returning by the cliff, they heard faint moans, and, going to the edge, they observed that part of the earth had given way. They looked over, and, as day had dawned by this time, they were enabled to distinguish something stirring beneath a mass of mould and chalk, on a projecting ledge not far down the cliff. The same ladder was procured, and Sedley was rescued from the painful position where he had lain for some hours. Fortunately for him, his fall had been arrested by this shelving bank, and the earth which had

overspread it before he reached it, rendered it soft. The unhappy Gilbert had been hurled down the whole precipice, striking against every cragged piece of rock in his passage, which had caused the mangled state of his remains.

Sedley's injuries were not serious; no bone was broken, and they consisted principally of severe bruises.

Spring returned again to the earth; the birds of passage came back from their far flights, and the verdure was enlivened by thousands of sweet and brilliant flowers. Teresa's wedding-day arrived, and she became the wife of Sir Herbert Sedley. With what entire reverence with what deep affection did she engage before God's altar-to love, honour, and obey him. To love him was a lesson she had long learned ;-to honour him was the delight of her heart- and she could not fail to obey him, since his wishes were also her's. They seldom went to London, and Teresa found as much happiness as any mortal can enjoy, in a retired, quiet life, in a beautiful country,

beloved by rich and poor, and her husband's pride and joy.

A year after her marriage she went into her nursery one day where an excellent, faithful creature from the north of Ireland was dandling a lovely infant on her knees. Teresa took her fine boy from the woman's arms, who being rather a privileged person made the following shrewd speech,

"Weel, Madam, I ha' just been anteecepating the probable future,-when twa or three, aye, perhaps a dizen o' thae wee bodies may be toddling and panting aboot the Maister, instead o' the lone life he has led o' late years."

Catherine Brand married Farquhar shortly before Teresa's marriage with Sedley, and the friends saw much of each other. Catherine became a new character; her charming vivacity remained unimpaired, but her fits of depression vanished entirely, and she made an excellent wife.

Miss Matilda Williams continued to introduce

French words into her conversation, and to sing Italian bravuras-in the vain hope of subduing some bachelor's heart; but alas! she never succeeded, and when her case grew utterly desperate, she declared, that the men of the present day were totally devoid of soul, and that the meretricious charms of gold were sought by them with eagerness, whilst intense sensibility and unaffected navety (naïveté) were passed over and disregarded.

Thus ends our eventful history. To those readers who have accompanied us through all our wanderings, with any degree of interest, we offer our grateful and sincere thanks; and to that class (which alas! we fear may be the most numerous) who may throw aside our very first volume even in the very first chapter, exclaiming emphatically, "What trash!". need offer no deprecatory comment, since it would be utterly superfluous.

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To all our indulgent readers we bid a kind

FAREWELL!