Maria wept the more. 'You have your mother's lovely figure and her beautiful hair,' and, looking at himself in an opposite mirror, he continued, 'I do not doubt your identity, my daughter, for you bear a strong resemblance to myself. I see it plainly. You have my eyes and therefore are not so handsome as your faithless mother.'

Clara Maria's spirit kindled at hearing the memory of her mother thus reproached, and when she recovered the power of speech, Forbear,' said she, 'to load my mother's name with obloquy till thou hast perused this letter and other documents. Thou wilt then learn, alas! too late, how deeply she was injured.'

Mr Stewart then entered and mentioned that engagements in the city would compel him to take his leave.

'You go alone then, my worthy friend, for I cannot part with my new found treasure,' replied his Lordship with a smile, and a look of encouragement at Clara Maria; 'I am very grateful for you kindness, Mr Stewart, and if I can serve you, command me, pray you, to the extent of my ability.'

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'I thank you, my Lord, but wish no greater blessing or reward than the consciousness of having been, through Divine Providence, the means of conveying your interesting daughter to your protection.' After requesting that he would permit her to pay Mrs Stewart a visit at Dublin, he returned to the city in his Lordship's carriage.

Clara Maria was then introduced to the amiable Lady Carhampton, who had been previously made

acquainted with her history, and Lord Carhampton retired to examine the letters, &c. and was almost as much astonished at the treachery and villainy of the unworthy Seaton, as the unfortunate Agnes Woodford, and could not restrain his tears at the sight of the resemblance the miniature of Agnes presented.

To conclude, after some months stay with her father, who suspected from the anxious manner of Clara, that she had some attachment, he requested Lady Carhampton to question her on the subject. She did so, and obtained her entire confidence with the expression of her wish to be permitted to return to her native place; for Robert Oswald, whose attachment was too sincere to have subsided by absence, had made it known to his parents and obtained their permission to request her return to their family. Unaccustomed to the style of Lord Carhampton's family, herself from the unfortunate circumstance attending her birth being in rather an awkward situation with regard to the society by which she was surrounded, but above all sincerely devoted in her affections to young Oswald, the reader will not be surprised that she should prefer her lover and her native land, where were deposited the remains of her beloved mother, to her father whom she had known but for so short a time, and whose temper had become morose and melancholy. An elegant wardrobe was provided for her, and as Lord Carhampton was not rich and his daughter destined for a retired. station, he gave her a sum of money, not extravagantly large, but sufficient to secure her an ample independence, and entrusted her to the domestic who came

from the United States with her. Taking an affectionate leave of Lord and Lady Carhampton, she reembarked for New York and arrived there in safety. Clara immediately went to the Jersies, and was received with great joy by all. As for her lover, his raptures knew no bounds, and in a few weeks after her return she was married to Robert Oswald, and in consequence of his not being of the Society of Friends, was thrown over the wall,' as the term is, and adopted the religion of her husband. Lord Car

hampton corresponded with his daughter for some time, but at length died. Leaving no legitimate children, the title became extinct, and his estates went to the crown, whereas, if he had been legally married to Agnes Woodford, her descendants would have inherited them, which would have left the fair Quaker less reason to regret the ever memorable Battle of Monmouth.

ROSE BRADSHAW:

OR THE CURATE OF ST MARK'S.

PART I.

'Not Waller's self thy due desert could write,
For Waller ne'er beheld a form so bright;
Nor Sacharissa could with thee compare,

Nor Amoret was half so kind or fair.—Manuscript.

THE following singular circumstance occurred in the city of Dublin, during the year 1788, and is a well authenticated fact. Mrs Bradshaw was the widow of a respectable linen draper residing in Townsend Street, not far from St Mark's church, and carried on the business after the death of her husband, that she might be the better able to bestow a superior education on her only child, a lovely daughter now in her sixteenth year.

The figure of Rose Bradshaw was one of the most perfect in point of grace and symmetry that can be imagined. Her face was of the Milesian order, for her complexion was extremely fair and the color on her cheek of a delicate hue. She had bright blue eyes with long dark lashes, her pencilled brows were beautifully arched, and her features regular. Her

teeth and hair were fine; the former even, and white as snow, the latter jetty as the plumage of the raven. In disposition she was gentle as a lamb, and her mind was highly cultivated.

Under all these circumstances it cannot be a matter of surprise that she was almost idolized by her mother. When the pretty Rose was not observing her, she would sit and gaze at her with doating fondness, and say mentally, 'My daughter will no doubt get well married, and it is a consolation for me to think that when the first fervor of passion has sudsided, she will still retain her husband's affections, because she is so amiable. I do hope my darling may be happy in wedded life.' The widow never slept without imploring the Almighty to bless her child with a protector who would appreciate her merits and loveliness.

One day the Rev. Henry Rossmore, Curate of St Mark's, came to the warehouse to purchase a piece of linen with some cambric for bands. Mrs Bradshaw was not long in discovering that her daughter and not the linen was his attraction to her store, as it was evident that he looked more at her than he did at his purchase. He at length concluded his bargain, and stealing another look at the apparently unconcious girl took an unwilling leave.

'It appears to me, mother,' said she, 'that Mr Rossmore was a tedious time in buying the piece of linen and bands. Were you not tired?'

No, child, I cannot say I was. I think him a very

interesting young man, and know he bears an excel