who shall be
nameless here. I believe she did not rob me, and for that reason I will
have no hand in her condemnation."

The judge: "This is the most singular perversion I have ever witnessed.
Mrs. Logan, I entertain strong suspicions that the prisoner, or her
agents, have made some agreement with you on this matter to prevent the
course of justice."

"So far from that, my lord, I went into the jail at Peebles to this
woman, whom I had never seen before, and proffered to withdraw my part
in the prosecution, as well as my evidence, provided she would tell me
a few simple facts; but she spurned at my offer, and had me turned
insolently out of the prison, with orders to the jailor never to admit
me again on any pretence."

The prisoner's counsel, taking hold of this evidence, addressed the
jury with great fluency; and, finally, the prosecution was withdrawn,
and the prisoner dismissed from the bar, with a severe reprimand for
her past conduct, and an exhortation to keep better company.

It was not many days till a caddy came with a large parcel to Mrs.
Logan's house, which parcel he delivered into her hands, accompanied
with a sealed note, containing an inventory of the articles, and a
request to know if the unfortunate Arabella Calvert would be admitted
to converse with Mrs. Logan.

Never was there a woman so much overjoyed as Mrs. Logan was at this
message. She returned compliments. Would be most happy to see her; and
no article of the parcel should be looked at, or touched, till her
arrival. It was not long till she made her appearance, dressed in
somewhat better style than she had yet seen her; delivered her over the
greater part of the stolen property, besides many things that either
never had belonged to Mrs. Logan or that she thought proper to deny in
order that the other might retain them.

The tale that she told of her misfortunes was of the most distressing
nature, and was enough to stir up all the tender, as well as abhorrent
feelings in the bosom of humanity. She had suffered every deprivation
in fame, fortune, and person. She had been imprisoned; she had been
scourged, and branded as an impostor; and all on account of her
resolute and unmoving fidelity and truth to several of the very worst
of men, every one of whom had abandoned her to utter destitution and
shame. But this story we cannot enter on at present, as it would
perhaps mar the thread of our story, as much as it did the anxious
anticipations