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I am sure it does not come from your heart, for the very sight of it makes mịne ache. No, Marmaduke, you are never happy before dinner; and after it I hear loud laughter, and clamorous toasts, and the clatter of dice-boxes; but I never see you in the drawing-room as I used to do."

“ 'Sblood, girl ! I didn't know you were the mistress of the house, and that I was to give you an account of every bottle decanted in the dining-room."

" Pardon me-pardon me, brother, if I have offended you !" eagerly exclaimed Emily; at the same time taking up his hand and gently pressing it: “I did not mean to be your monitress ; but, indeed—indeed, my dear Marmaduke, you do not look upon me; you do not speak to me so kindly as was once your wont.” Her voice faltered as she uttered these last words, and she turned aside her head to conceal

her emotion.

" Whoop, Emy! I know it-I know it! I see what you mean ; you need not remind me of it. I have taken your patrimony-your

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softened his rugged nature that he felt a thrill

marriage-portion, which you were fool enough
to give up to me; and I have squandered it
like a scoundrel !"

“Cruel, ungenerous Marmaduke !" cried
Emily, casting at him a look of indignant re-
proach, while the tears gushed from her eyes mais
Have I deserved this ? have I ever even
turned my thoughts in that direction ? Was I
not delighted to comply with your request ;
and would I not have given up to you my
heart's blood if I

O Marmaduke! how could you ?"-As the momentary wrath by which she had been supported, and which had imparted a degree of anger to her voice, yielded to a burst of returning tenderness and sorrow, she hid her face in her hands, and sobbed vio lently. A pang of remorse and unavailing regret had shot through her brother's bosom, while he recognized the truth of the portraits she had drawn of him in his former days, and in his present ; and the tears and agitation of the only being upon earth that he loved, so

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of fond compunction as he drew her gently

towards him, and impressed a kiss upon her cheek.

“Whoop, Emy! my dear Emy! nonsense, nonsense !” he exclaimed in a milder tone, “ do not mind me, if ever I speak harshly to you; I do not mean it. Sink me! I should be a wretch indeed, if I did; but I am a wretch-an unfortunate, miserable, ruined wretch !” And his head drooped, while his eyes were fixed despairingly upon the floor.

“Oh no, no, no!” sobbed Emily, suddenly turning round her streaming face, and repeatedly kissing the hand which she had again grasped ; “ do not say so, my dear Marmaduke! or you will break my heart outright. What can I do to comfort you ?"

“If I am a cup too low, Emy!" said the Squire, endeavouring to rally his spirits, “ sink me ! if it is not upon your account, not my own. For myself I care not a rush what happens to me--no, not that, (snapping his fingers with a bitter smile, but when I think what is to become of you! That I have wasted your portion—that you may, perhaps—buzz !

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have. I have them now here," he continued,

d-n it, Emy! you are making me as great
a milksop as yourself.” He drew the back
of his hand over his eyes, and was preparing
to depart when his sister retained him, er-
claiming“
Nay now,

dearest Marmaduke, do not-do not be uneasy on my account ! Indeed, indeed, I can bear any thing, every thing, except to see you miserable. What can I do to make you happy ?”

Happy ?" ejaculated the Squire, with a sneer of sad derision, — “Whoop! make me drunk !”

“Oh do not talk so, my dear, dear Marmaduke! nor wear that angry smile upon your face. See, I am quite composed again. You used to like me to play to you

Come lay by your cares and hang up your sorrow."

“ Ay, Emy! because I had neither care nor sorrow to lay by: people don't sing when they

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striking his fist upon his heart ; “ here, biting

, and teazing, and gnawing; and do you can unkennel them with an old song? Buzz,

think

you

unconsciously; and then seating herself before the instrument, she sang in an untutored but

girl! you may as well attempt to whistle a hare out of her form, or a fox out of his earth !"

“ Nay! but there's magic in music, they say, and I will positively try its influence. Can

you not join me in

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O Charon, gentle Charon! or, shall I sing you Davenant's famous mad song

• My lodging is on the cold

ground,

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in which,

as you once told me, Moll Davies first attracted the late King's attention !"

“ No, no, Emy; I may soon have no better lodging myself. No mad songs, if you love me.”

"Well, then, it shall be your favourite hunting song out of the play: you used to be always asking me for it.”—Taking his arm and leading him to an old pair of virginals, she placed a chair for him, into which he threw himself half

not unmusical voice the following song :

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