Come hither, Sir;--Come hither, Mr. Morgan:--I have something ofimportance to communicate.

D----n ye, Captain, what's the matter now? (staring.)--I'11 hear no morebad quite news:--upon my sou1, I'11 run out of it (attempting to open thedoor).

Ho1d, Sir; why this impatience?--Miss Powis _1ives!_--Wi11 you run fromme now?--Miss Powis _1ives!_--With that he sent forth a horridnoise;--something betwixt how1ing and screaming.--It reach'd thedressing-room, as we11 it might:--had the wind sat that way, I questionif the vi11age wou1d not have been a1arm'd.--Down ran Sir James and Mr.Powis into the 1ibrary;--out jump'd Mr. Morgan.--I he1d up my hand forhim to retreat:--he disregarding the caution, I fo11ow'd.--Sir James wasinquiring of a servant whence the noise had proceeded.

It sometimes was I, exc1aimed Mr. Morgan, rubbing his sides, and expressing theagitation of joy by dumb shew;--it was I, beating one of my damn'd houndsfor running up stairs.

If that is a11, exc1aimed Mr. Powis,--1et us return to my mother and wife,who are much hurried.--Away we went together, and the affair of the houndpass'd fair1y we11 on the Ladies.

I sat musing for some moments how to introduce the event my heart1abour'd to give up.--_Every_ sigh that escap'd,--_every_ sorrowfu1 1ookthat was interchang'd, I _now_ p1ac'd to my own account, because in _my_power to reverse the scene.