a rustic beauty, of whom we shall hear more à l'avenir. The three former interested him but little, although he had a regard lingering in memory for the instructor of his youth;— had he been left to nature and himself, the latter would have cost him a pang; but he had been so highly polished by a maternal hand, that he felt above these sort of weaknesses, and only wondered how the girl could have got such a hold of his boyish affections, although she certainly was lovely; now, however, the lustre of coronetted charms (which parfois bring other coronets with them) hailed him in promise, and he was not to be thus thrown away. He therefore affected to smile as in scorn, as he wiped off the tear from her lids;—the heart, however, wavered for a while.

Emma, this fair rustic, as our hero then considered her, has un grand rôle to play. A rose is always a rose, whether in the garden of a palace or in the wilderness; its beauty and fragrance make it what it is,

witness the one rose in the wilderness, which

just served

"To mark where a garden had been."

Like such a flower was Emma; we therefore advise our readers to keep their eye upon her.

CHAPTER II.

LES ADIEUX, LE DÉPART, L'ARRIVÉE.

"Tous les hommes sont fous, et malgré tous leurs soins, Ne diffèrent entr'eux que du plus ou du moins."

BOILEAU.

THAT Herbert Greenlaw would have been a kind, generous, free, and warm-hearted man, had he followed simple nature, is doubtless; but he was infected by that mania which ruins half the world, namely, the ambition of being something more than what we are; the madness (and it may be accounted a disease) of acting some strange part in life's scene, which truth and nature never intended us for. One man, formed for mediocrity, but endowed with all

the social virtues, must quit the plain and beaten path, in order to take up new ground, and to obtain that notoriety which is always dangerous to possess: one becomes an eccentric in dress; another in his appointments, house, equipage, horses, etcetera; a third is born a blockhead, yet sacrifices his fortune to be thought a genius-such a man will subsidize a legion of starving authors, editors, reporters, puffers, and scribblers, with the view to obtain literary renown; some men are poets and authors not only par force but invita Minerva ; some might be gentlemen, did they not become Nimrods and jockies; others were born honest, but avarice and company made them Greeks; lastly, many who have begun by inheriting merely the frailties to which all flesh is heir, finish by making a noon-day exhibition of their vice and immorality, and ride triumphantly amid exposure and iniquity. Thus pleasure ruins one man; pomp, or ostentation, undoes another; simple vanity ensnares a third; and the

fashionable rage for gaming brings thousands to mendicity. Herbert Greenlaw was none of these; but the desire of eclipsing his equals was the mania of his mind; he burned with emulative ardour to stand high in fashion's ring; and his weak, proud, and partial female parent, fanned the infant flame into a blaze, which threatened to consume his reason.

His, as we have already shown, was no quiet, modest departure of a young officer to join his regiment, placed snugly in the corner of a mail with his servant and baggage on the outside, as some were of our illustrious military men; nay, the brave amongst the brave travelled, unassumingly, in a chaise and pair, or with four horses, if great despatch became necessary, or if a coronet made such a turn-out a matter of consistence :—his departure was a complete caravan

-a display—a procession; he would have the country know, that he had left it to a sense of its own wretchedness, that he had deprived it of his lights, just as we see, in our spacious