the weight of her body. She plucked her courage out of the dust to which her heart had been scattered, and tasked herself to walk as the world does. But she was indisposed to compassionate h

her sufferings the wrong-doing appeared gigantic, chorussing eulogies of the man she had thought her lover: and who was her lover once, before the crime against him. In the opening of her bosom to Emma, he was painted a noble figure; one of those that Rom

on the fatal night; of the many causes conducing to it, and of the chief. That was an unutterable secret, bound by all the laws of feminine civilization not to be betrayed. Her excessive self-abasement and exaltation of him who had struck her down, rendered it difficult to be understood; and not till Emma had revolved it and let it ri

t I am, Emmy

that he had grounds f

yself unwor

tion and her resplendent picture of her judge and executioner, kept Emma questioning within herself. Gradually she became enlightened enough to distinguish in the man a known, if not common, type o

wever to comprehend that the very eminent gentleman, before whom all human creatures were to bow in humility, had for an extended term considerably added to the expenses of Tony's household, by inciting her to give those little dinners to his political supporters, and bringing comrades perpetually to supper-parties, careless of how it might affect her character and her purse. Surely an honourable man was boun

uring the night Emma caught a sound of stifled weeping or the long falling breath of

t you know my old pensioners, the blind fif

y passed down the stre

n thinking, that is the part I have played, instead of doing the female

sleep, leaving Emma to di

f and exalted Dacier preposterously, she had sunk her intelligence in her sensations:

c. She said: 'I shall have to run about, Emmy, when I can fancy I am able to rattle up to the old mark. At present, I feel like a wrestler who has had a fa

hen you feel quite yoursel

el my new self already, and can make the poor brute go through fir

not k

ll be

is a seale

her that, than have them think-anything! They will exclaim, How could she! I have been unable to answer it to you-my own heart. How? Oh! our weakness is

ld have taken it to

ok it honestly, I shou

speak, the guilty creat

exist. I am sensible o

ps

has told

you excuse my conduct, I

ng for it, is not th

them. Ah! let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness: it is the soul that is winged to its perdition. I remember I was writing a story, named THE MAN OF TWO MINDS. I shall sign it, By the Woman of Two Natures. If ever it is finished. Capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing. It should; I

ed not

d he no

have che

asterstroke to get us to accuse him. "So fare ye well, old Nickie Ben." My dear, I am a black sheep; a creature with a spotted reputation; I must wash and wash;

n's concealment of her bleeding heart, 'you live for me. Do set your mind

her head me

at hideous eating you forced on me, snatched me from him. And I feel t

uld have left her friend for her last voyage in mo

ore belief i

d is to think happiness

lled the pain of life. It is the death of them. So much I understand of

ove with itself and wretchedly mortal, as we find self i

me

est name

ed by her misfortune. Her still-flushed senses protested on behalf of the eternalness of the passi

She had spoken of the irony in allusion to her freedom. Now that, according to a communication from her lawyer

e said in an abhorrence to Emma, who re

perceive clearly-I can read only by events-that there was an understanding. You behold it. I went to him to sell it. He thanks me, says I served

were consumed. Diana watc

as I am in torment, I may hope for grace. We ta

Redworth,' said Emma; '

he fu

ver less than acceptably rational. I won't repeat his truisms; but he said, or I

o perhaps we are bound to take his words for wisdom. Much nonsense is talked and written, and he is one of the world's reserves, who need no more than enrolling, to make a s

irony down to the guil

aited patiently for a small fortune, and when it arrived, he w

ined in spirit by h

if we take to ballooning upward. The material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clas

ing always, are!' exclaimed Emma, as she smiled happily to see h