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And now, the last Sunday was co into tears during the sermon--the last I was to hear from him: the best I should hear froation were departing; and I must follow I had then seen him, and heard his voice, too, probably for the last time In the churchyard, Matilda was pounced upon by the two Misses Green They had many inquiries to make about her sister, and I know not what besides I only wished they would have done, that we ed to seek the retirerounds, that I s- -to weep my last farewell, and lament my false hopes and vain delusions Only this once, and then adieu to fruitless drea-- thenceforth, only sober, solid, sad reality should occupy my mind But while I thus resolved, a low voice close besidethis week, Miss Grey?' 'Yes,' I replied I was very much startled; and had I been at all hysterically inclined, I certainly should have committed myself in some way then Thank God, I was not

'Well,' said Mr Weston, 'I want to bid you good-bye--it is not likely I shall see you again before you go'

'Good-bye, Mr Weston,' I said Oh, how I struggled to say it calave him my hand He retained it a few seconds in his

'It is possible we ain,' said he; 'will it be of any consequence to you whether we do or not?'

'Yes, I should be very glad to see you again'

I COULD say no less He kindly pressed h more inclined to burst into tears than ever If I had been forced to speak at that moment, a succession of sobs would have inevitably ensued; and as it was, I could not keep the water out ofasideto notice several successive remarks, till she bawled out that I was either deaf or stupid; and then (having recovered my self-possession), as one awakened from a fit of abstraction, I suddenly looked up and asked what she had been saying