and a flask of such fine wine-the vineyard whence it came must have been Summer's especial favorite."

I know a traveller who carried these pleasures of memory to the utmost. Instead of a journal, or a diary, he kept a regular entry of the bills of fare at the different inns. Our travellers passed hastily through France, talked about Rousseau, and read Childe Harold on the banks of the Lake of Geneva. Emily was enchanted with the costume of the peasantry; and Lady Mandeville admitted it would be pretty in a fancy ball, but cautioned her against acquiring a taste for the picturesque in dress.

For the Swiss girls to produce a good effect, they must be seen at a distance. The small waist, the slender ancle, and diminutive feet, are missed sadly in the proportions, somewhat ponderous for our ideas of grace, which these mountain nymphs possess. Your pictures of costume are rather corrected than correct. People and places are usually flattered in their portraits. One great reason why we believe so devoutly in the beauty of Italy, is that we chiefly know it from plates. I remember seeing an architectural view-on one side stood a noble old house, the spire and roof of a church, a mass of fine looking buildings, a distant view of a colonnade, and a broad open space with an equestrian statue. I did not at first believe that it could be Charing Cross whose effect was so imposing; and it was not till Northumberland House and St. Martin's Church were identified, that my confession was fairly extorted, of how little justice one does to the beauty of London.

The Simplon, Napoleon's magnificent monument, was next passed. They stopped at the most memorable places, and at last arrived at Rome, where a princess vacated her palace for their accommodation and so many louis d'or a month. Rome, once the mistress, is now the caravanseray, of the world. Two Italian counts made Emily an offer; and so would a Russian prince, only he employed a French marquess to translate his sentiments, who translated so well that he made them his own; a negative, therefore, served a double purpose.

Their principal visiter was a young Englishman, a cousin of Lady Mandeville's, who, having nothing else to do with his time, kindly bestowed much of it on them. With her ladyship he was not very popular when any one more interesting was by; she said he was indolent, and wanted

sentiment. With Lord Mandeville he was a great favorite; and, though his lordship did not pique himself upon it, he was no bad judge of character.

Cecil Spenser had the usual qualities of most young men, and one or two which they have not: he had every advantage in life, except the advantage of something to want. But experience was just beginning to be useful. The small exertions into which the chances of travelling had forced him had been good, because they interrupted his habits, and showed him that such interruptions could be pleasant. The comparison of other countries with his own startled him into reflection; and reflection to a mind like his was never yet without its results. He began, for the first time in his life, to think of a future career, and to feel how selfish and unworthy a part was that of mere indolent indulgence.

In his present frame of temper Lord Mandeville was an invaluable friend. The younger brother of a good family, he had commenced life with a pair of colors, while his own tastes were literary and secluded. But a strong mind shapes itself to its necessity; and the young Henry had earned for himself independence and distinction, when, by a succession of deaths, he became heir to the Mandeville estates and peerage. The theories of his youth had been mellowed by observation before he had an opportunity of putting them to the test of experiment. He knew what action was, because he had acted himself; he had read much, and seen more; and the feelings which in earlier days had warmed to enthusiasm, now become moderate and consolidated, were in subjection to the prinIciples which stimulated by showing the benefits of his exertions. He saw in Cecil Spenser a warm and generous temper congealed by indulgence into selfishness; and a mind of great natural powers, which had lain utterly waste, because nothing required from it a harvest. To awaken in his young countryman a desire of information, to direct his attention to many paths of honorable toil, for which his station and talents were eminently fitted, was a task whose utility was only equalled by its interest. How duly do we appreciate the merit we ourselves discover and. direct!

"I AM an Englishman, and I hate the French," is the common expression of our cosmopolite feelings-the French being a generic term for all foreigners. Fashion may court the attachees to an embassy for the sake of their presence and perfumes at a party; revolutions may occasion an interchange of deputations from the Rotunda to Mesdames les Poissardes-those political nereids who preside over the fish market, and assist any "glorious cause" that may be in hand :-but these moments of fashion and favor are few and far between, and not very sincere at the best of times. The hatred which is so very cordial among near neighbors still subsists;—the voice of the first gun that peals in defiance over the deep waters at once awakens it; and we return to our old conviction, that one Englishman can beat three Frenchmen any day!*

Now, believe we can do a thing, and it is three parts done. For my own simple self, I confess to being very much behind my age. From Cressy to Waterloo, our island watchwords have been Enmity and Victory; and I see no reason why one century should be so much wiser than its predecessors. This national feeling is never more evinced than on the Continent: they herd together after

"One Frenchman can beat two Portugee,
And one Englishman can beat all three.i

their kind, and Englishman meets Englishman as if they encountered in the deserts round Timbuctoo.

Though Lady Mandeville's influence had been sufficient to induce her husband to go abroad, it was more than it could manage to make him enjoy it. Cecil Spencer's society-who soon showed he could understand and enter into his views—became a source of great gratification, and his young countryman was almost domesticated at the palazzo. Lord Mandeville, however, was not long in discovering that his friendship was not the only attraction : he was content to share it with Emily Arundel. Aware that a strong and serious attachment is one of the great influences in man's destiny, he was glad that the lot was cast, as he thought, so fortunately.

Emily was a great favorite with him; and he had always viewed the attachment, at whose denouement between her and Lorraine, Lady Mandeville meant to preside, as a somewhat foolish romance. He saw more clearly than his wife-who would only see what she likedthe entire indifference of the gentleman: and felt glad, for Emily's own sake, that a present lover should put an absent one out of her head, which seemed to him a natural consequence.

Here he, too, was wrong: he judged of one by the many. Emily's generally quiet manner and extreme gentleness gave the idea of a soft and yielding temper. There was no outward sign of a feeling which had been heightened by imagination and nurtured by solitude, till it had become the reigning thought of the present, and the sole hope of the future. The heart entirely engrossed by one, is the last to suspect it can be the object of preference to another. Vanity, the great enlightener on such subjects, is here lost in a more powerful feeling. She never thought of Mr. Spenser in any other character than as a pleasant acquaintance. Moreover, he was the nephew of Mr. Morland, with whom Lorraine was a favorite.

Love is most ingenious in its associations. Events are like the child's play, "here we go round by the rule of contrary;"-and Miss Arundel's indifference was the great charm with her over flattered countrymen. Rich and highly connected, Cecil had been so much accustomed to have love made to him, that it was an agreeable novelty to have to make it.

Lady Mandeville, who had as much penetration as her husband had judgment, saw at once how matters stood. Clearly perceiving Emily's indifference, she contented herself with a sort of armed neutrality, general carelessness, and occasional sarcasm.

There are many gentlemen who never drink any but sample wines, and never go beyond their first order to a wine merchant. This would be a very excellent plan to pursue in love affairs; for the beginning is their best part

its only fault is, that it is impossible. In the pleasant little comedy of Charles the Second, the page complains to Rochester of the many miseries his passion entails upon him. "Your own fault," says the lively earl; "I told you to skim over the surface like a swallow-you have gone bounce in like a goose.' Authors now a days are held responsible for all the sentiments of their various characters, no matter how much they differ. I therefore give Mr. Howard Paine great credit for the above philo sophical remark.

Winter was now setting in, and the bright charcoal burnt on the hearths of the larger rooms was as comfortable as it was cheerful even "the glad sun of Italy" is not the worse for a little occassional aid.

Lord Mandeville and Cecil were one morning pacing the large saloon, whose walls, inlaid with a many colored mosaic of marble, and floor of white stone, were sufficiently chilly to make the fire very acceptable. To this end Cecil's attention was frequently attracted. In a large black oak arm chair, whose back and sides were heavy with rich and quaint carving, her small feet supported on a scarlet cushion, which brought out in strong contrast the little black satin slippers, sat Emily Arundel. On one side, a hand which looked modelled in ivory, with one tinge of the rose, was nearly hidden in the profusion of long auburn ringlets-that rich auburn brown-lighted with sunshine from the head it sustained. From the other side the clustering hair had fallen back, and left distinctly to view the delicate outline of the face-the cheek, with that earliest pink of the almond blossom, too fair to be so frail-and the long, dark lash, which, though it hid, yet gave eloquent sign of the eye beneath, for it wore the diamond glisten of tears;-and the studio of no artist, even in that city of painters, could have shown a more graceful, yet more simple attitude than the one with which