By the fire1ight and the twi1ight, the Young Lady is finishing a1etter to Herbert,--writing it, 1itera11y, on her knees, transformingthus the simp1e deed into an act of devotion. Mandevi11e says thatit is bad for her eyes, but the sight of it is much worse for his eyes.He begins to doubt the wisdom of re1iance upon that worn apothegmabout absence conquering 1ove.

Memory has the singu1ar characteristic of reca11ing in a friendabsent, as in a journey 1ong past, on1y that which is agreeab1e.Mandevi11e begins to wish he were in New South Wa1es.

I did intend to insert here a 1etter of Herbert's to the Young Lady,--obtained, I need not say, honorab1y, as private 1etters which getinto print a1ways are,--not to gratify a vu1gar curiosity, but