thirty, in the vain hope of entrapping a lord, or a “cavalry officer" at the very least, ended by marrying a plain Mr. Taylor, who was as silly and empty-headed as herself.

So ends our tale: a melancholy one, it must be owned— whether possessed of any interest for the reader, must be left for him or her to determine.

THE END.

M'CORQUODALE AND CO., PRINTERS, LONDON-WORKS, NEWTON.