to escape, and conceal himself on board Vernon's yacht, where, she added, his family would join him. He effected all she had well arranged by faithful agents; but he little thought that his heart's treasure was to be the price of his deliverance; he had even experienced a halfreproachful regret that Anastásoula had not risked a personal interview, to cheer him for his perilous undertaking; so seldom does man divine the devotion of woman, or guess the ecstacy arising from self-sacrifice for an idolized object, intense in proportion to the extent of what she has relinquished; for the woman who adores, there is but one hopeless suffering, the desolating conviction of having lost the heart which has cast its spells over her first affections.

Ektatos Koliopulos, on learning the exchange, and concluding the rebel was beyond his reach, withdrew from the manifestations of popular feeling; and the heroic Anastásoula was borne nearly lifeless to our house. Her alabaster skin had been stained to the deep tint of her husband's, and the resemblance made complete by the sacrifice of her luxuriant tresses, so that nothing but childhood's instinct could have discovered her. We soon after received a private intimation, from the cautious Ektatos, that he had commuted the sentence of death, for instant banishment from Ypsarà; and having no ties there, we hastily broke up our establishment, carrying away our Greek friends, whom we left to retirement and affection at Tenedos.

Our English party were at Corfu in 1833, when the governor gave an entertainment to the young Otho, on his route to take possession of his new kingdom. I had the honour of waltzing with this good-natured, plain, flatfeatured, Moorish-looking prince (whom I found, like myself, much fonder of dancing than politics, and who, whatever sort of king he may be, is one of the best waltzing partners in Europe, which is much more agreeable);

I took an opportunity to relate the foregoing trait of his new nation; and, as I felt that no waltz-loving prince could refuse a petition while dancing to "The Notredame," I made mine in such effective terms, that I had the pleasure, soon afterwards, of adding a bright ornament to his court in the fascinating Anastásoula, the devoted young Greek Wife.

HELEN.

A SKETCH.

BY HENRY F. CHORLEY, ESQ.

"Thou'rt constancy!-I'm glad I know thy name!"

THE HUNCHBACK.

"She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are sighing."

MOORE.

It was a rich, warm, golden evening, early in autumn, showing that most beautiful appearance of nature, on one side of the heaven, the sun sinking down to rest in a glory of mellow light and gorgeous colour, and on the other, the pure, pearly, crescent moon, rising above the tree tops, with a single star at her side, and the sky between as cloudless and placid as if it could never be crossed by a storm. The cawing of a large company of returning rooks was the only sound that broke upon the ear, and that not unpleasantly-the air was fresh, without a breath of dampness or frost; it was a night, in short, to invite the three ladies of Fairmeadows to linger long upon their terrace seat, which, shaded by a thousand fragrant deciduous plants and shrubs, commanded an extensive view over the whole domain. The ladies, however, did not linger there for the sake of the bright sunset, or to watch the tender, rising moon:-and two of them at least were talking so fast and so earnestly, as to drown (as far as they were concerned) the pleasant talk of the birds coming home to their own tall elms for their night's rest.

"So like one of your father's strange, random tricks! Had he consulted me, had he given any time to me to

consider to write an answer, instead of bringing her down upon us in this peremptory way-and none of us, too, knowing what she is like in the least, or what..." "Perhaps a fairy," said one of the younger ladies, playfully.

"Perhaps a fool," said the other in a hard voice, which promised a hard countenance, and a hard heart;-neither of the two, it may be said, on acquaintance, belied the promise.

"So much the better if she be," replied her mother, scarcely less bitterly, "for a fool you may manage; but I suspect we shall find your aunt Legarde's daughter something less tractable.""

"She was very handsome, my aunt Legarde, was she not?" asked the younger voice.

"Indeed, I can't tell; I never saw her very often. A gentleman's beauty, I dare say, but bold and self-willed, and fond of being flattered. O, I was not sorry, I promise you, when she made the match she did; and your father (she was his favourite sister, and he could never forgive being deceived) swore he would see her no more. No, she was not handsome, but eaten up with romance, and poetry, and nonsense, and all that sort of thing; and I dare say her daughter will turn out her counterpart."

"A sentimental young lady, who writes verses, perhaps, and sits up to look at the moon," sneered Miss Harden.

"Or a beauty, perhaps, who steals all our lovers from us, Alicia," said her younger sister, archly.

"For shame, Lucy, you are too pert to say such things; this comes of bringing you out too early."

"O, let her go on, if it amuses her," said Miss Harden, thinking aloud in the most acid tone of twenty-seven; "I assure you, mamma, I don't mind it."

But the distant sound of swinging gates, and then of approaching wheels, put an end to this little scene, and in another moment the carriage was at the door, and the hero restored to his family, (have I not said that I am speaking of events that happened in the memorable year of the battle of Waterloo ?) half lifted, half bore from the

vehicle the unexpected and unwelcome subject of the conversation just chronicled.

"Bless you, Helen," said the veteran, kissing her throbbing forehead; "I hope you are not much tired with your journey:-cheer up, and remember you are at home! and now Gertrude, Alicia, Lucy, come to me, all of you-at once;" and in the embrace of the moment, the new comer was permitted to stand aside, to feel that most perplexing and desolate of all feelings-a sense that she was alone among strange kindred.

The first ecstacy of meeting was over, and candles were lighted, and the ladies then turned an eager, two of them a curious look, towards their new relation. Alicia felt her heart sicken at the first glance, for she was aware that a beauty had come in among them-that pale, and fatigued, and wretchedly invalided as she seemed to be, Helen Lagarde could not be passed over, or hidden under a bushel, for her exquisite form, and her complexion as transparently fine as the inmost leaves of certain delicate flowers, to say nothing of large sibylline eyes, and hair as excellent in its profusion as in its rich, silky, intense blackness, for her bonnet being laid aside, it fell round her like a heavy veil. Lucy, too, herself but slenderly gifted with personal graces, had unconsciously taken an inventory of these things; but she was, as yet, unsoured by chasing realities and only catching shadows, and there was an expression of regret, a world of sad memories in those dark, dewy eyes, which at once made her regard the stranger with an interest as deep and compassionate as she could feel. And Helen's voice, too, though musical beyond most other voices, was so sad, and her breath came and went so rapidly, and her colour changed as quickly as the clouds pass-Lucy loved her at once, because she felt that she had known sorrow.

Two months passed rapidly away, and Helen Lagarde was, by all parties concerned, considered as one of the family of Fairmeadows. In any other house, she would in that short space of time have won the love of every member of the family; but Lady Harden was sharp, and suspicious, and worldly; possessed of one of those warped