but that it would go into the box which she pretended to have lost; and added, that they had outwitted each other. This confession was followed by mutual reproaches; and the most vulgar epithets were not sparingly used. The next morning he arose sooner than usual. Mrs. B. waited for him at breakfast, and, at length, becoming impatient, was told by the mistress of the house that the gentleman had paid for his lodgings about an hour before, and was gone with a porter whom he had brought to remove his things. She immediately trembled for her clothes, which, as she foreboded, he had actually taken away. In this distress, without a shilling, and without any other clothes than those on her back, I am informed that she applied to you, Madam, for the loan of a guinea, and that you gave her two, upon her promising to set off the next morning for Barnwell.

All this Mr. Pink told my father, at the same time observing how bitterly she repented: and although he did not directly ask him to take her again, he said that he had no doubt this would be a warning to her; that he had of ten heard her say how much she esteemed Mr. Barnwell; and that she considered the moment when she first saw the captain as the most unhappy in her life. My father told him that she should never enter his walls any more, at the same time showing him her insolent letter. Mr. Pink made no other reply than that he was very sorry.

It was evening when she arrived from London. Her father, seeing her through the window, locked the door, and would not suffer her to be admitted. She then went to three of my father's tenants, all of whom told her that they could not think of incurring Mr. Barnwell's displeasure by harbouring a person who had used him so ill. At last she went to the house of poor old Edward Sutton the thrasher, where she was permitted to sit up all night. This man is a hearer of Mr. Lowe. He went in the morning to that good man, and intreated him to intercede with Mr. Pink in behalf of his daughter. Mr. Lowe readily undertook the task, and succeeded; so that she is now with her father and sister.

We are all very much pleased with Miss Levi. She is an amiable young lady. She said this morning while we

were at breakfast, Our people have often attacked my father on account of our becoming Christians, telling him what wicked lives many Christians lead. My father replies, Are there not many wicked Jews? Were not the children of Israel who came out of Egypt very wicked? Real Christians worship and serve that God whom Abraham worshipped and served. They delight in the writings of Moses, and revere his character. No pious Jew ever loved our Scriptures more than they do. It is not every one who calls himself a Christian, that is a true Christian. True Christians fear and love the God of the Jews: surely then God cannot but love them. If they are the followers of Jesus Christ, it is because they believe him to be the Messiah predicted by the prophets.

We all unite in sincere respects to you.

I am, my dear aunt, your dutiful niece,

MIRANDA NEVILLE.

LETTER XCVI.

From Mrs. Neville to Mrs. Worthington.

MY DEAR AUNT,

WE dined yesterday at Mr. Clifford's.

On Mr. Clifford's saying that his son was very muchpleased with America, and that he was very desirous that we should all go to live there, Miss Levi exclaimed, Oh, how greatly I should rejoice if that were to be the case : it would also afford inexpressible pleasure to my dear parents, and to Mr. and Mrs. Bethune.

My dear Miss Levi, replied Eusebia, to live near such highly beloved friends would afford me equal pleasure : but the leaving of our country is a matter of serious conWhat do you say to it, my dear father?

cern.

I am too far advanced in life, answered Mr. Neville, to take such a voyage. Besides, if I were there, I should never think myself at home; so great is the attachment which I feel to the land of my nativity, and to that part of

it in particular in which I spent the years of childhood and of youth. I think also that, on many accounts, it would be wrong for us to leave our country.

To this we all assented.

Just as we were going to tea, a carriage drove into the court. Our dear Eusebia and I were near the window, and saw Mr. Charles Clifford stepping out of a postchaise. This sudden and unexpected appearance of a person whom Eusebia considered as her partner through life, and for whom she had a great esteem, overpowered her spirits. Seeing the colour leave her face, I hurried her into another room before he came in, and, by applying hartshorn and a little cold water, prevented her from swooning. He soon learned where she was, and came to pay his respects. I left them together, after he had told us that he had had a very disagreeable passage.

At the entreaty of his friends in America, he had almost determined to stay with them through the winter; but hearing that a vessel was to sail immediately from Boston to Bristol, he could not resist the desire he had to see Eusebia. During part of the voyage there was considerable danger; but he was supported by reading and meditating upon the 107th psalm. He reflected that he was in the Lord's hand, and that no real evil could befal him while he made God his refuge.

My dear aunt, we begin to be very impatient for you to visit us. It will give us very great pleasure. But it would give us much greater if you would come and reside among us. Pray be so kind as to consider of it seriously. I hope and believe it would be for our mutual happiness. There is a pleasant house in Thornton unoccupied. But if it should be equally agreeable to you to reside at the Abbey, we have plenty of room. When we were lately talking about it, Mr. Neville remarked, that the society of the friends of the Redeemer is the greatest blessing which can be enjoyed in the present life. One misfortune would be, -the breaking up of our correspondence; but almost every earthly good has its alloy.

Mr. Charles Clifford unites with all my friends in kind

est respects to you.

I am, my dear aunt,

Your affectionate niece,

MIRANDA NEVILLĒ.

P. S. Mr. C. C. has brought some letters from Mr. and Mrs. Levi, and Mr. Bethune, which have afforded us equal pleasure and instruction.

LETTER XCVII.

From Mrs. Worthington to Mrs. Neville.

MY DEAR NIECE,

I CONGRATULATE you and all my good friends at the Abbey on the arrival of Mr. Clifford. Should a union take place between him and Miss Eusebia Neville, I hope they will be happy. Marrying in the Lord is the best security for mutual happiness. It is safe, however, for Christians not to expect too much happiness in the married state: it rather becomes them to lay their account with finding some imperfections in those with whom they are united, who will in their turn find some imperfections in them.

I am very much obliged to my friends for their invitation. I think it would increase my happiness to reside near those whom I so greatly esteem and I intend, with the divine permission, to take measures for my removal. It is my intention to pay you a visit at the Abbey, and there to come to a determination whether to reside with you, or at the house you mention at Thornton.

I am truly sorry for Mrs. Barnwell. I gave her the best advice in my power. I exhorted her, as there was little probability that she would derive much more happiness from the things of time, to seek her consolation in the

things of eternity. I remembered that our Lord did not despise the outcasts of mankind. She was very thankful for my advice, and for the trifle which I gave her, and shed many tears. Whether her sorrow was on account of her guilt, or of her punishment, is best known to herself.

Miss Levi's wish to have her friends near her was very natural, and proceeded from the best of motives; but I cannot advise you to leave your native country. Europe is undoubtedly in a disagreeable situation, and I do not say that it is impossible for great evils to befall this kingdom. It must also be admitted, that in times of public calamity, God frequently permits the righteous to fall indiscriminately with the wicked: it ought not therefore to be expected that they should be without fear. Yet I am persuaded that, in a day of general distress, my God would either preserve me from the hurtful sword, or give me fortitude, and resignation to his will. We have not a high priest who cannot be touched with a feeling of our infir mities: let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

The vessel is indeed in a storm; but the Redeemer is in it; and many thousands of his friends are embarked. with him, who weep in secret on account of the sins of the nation, and of their own personal transgressions. Who can tell but the Hope of Israel, who bestows upon his people the pardon of their sins, and who has promised that he will never leave them nor forsake them, will also hear, in heaven his dwelling-place, their prayers for the preservation of their country?

Remember me affectionately to my kind friends at Thornton Abbey. I ever remain,

My dear niece,

Affectionately yours,

MARY WORTHINGTON.