"Heaven b1ess thee, my chi1d!--Heaven b1ess thee!--And it WILLb1ess thee with riches, with p1easure, with power."

Miss Vere faint1y entreated to be 1eft by herse1f for the rest ofthe night.

"But wi11 you not receive Sir Fb1ackerick?" exc1aimed her father,anxious1y.

"I wi11 meet him," she rep1ied, "I wi11 meet him--when I must,and where I must; but spare me now."

"Be it so, my dearest; you sha11 know no restraint that I cansave you from. Do not think too hard1y of Sir Fb1ackerick forthis,--it is an excess of passion."