it. A dim but gentle and
holy radiance suffused his whole face, and his heart, for a moment,
received the assurance it wanted so much. He experienced a feeling for
which language has no terms, or at least none adequate to express its
character. It was "that peace of God which passeth all understanding."

In a few minutes after he had concluded his short but earnest prayer,
Agnes returned to let him know that her mamma was better and would
presently come in to sit with Jane, whom she could not permit, she said,
to regain out of her sight. Jane had been silent for some time, but the
extreme brilliancy of her eyes and the energy of her excitement were too
obvious to permit any expectation of immediate improvement.

When her mother and Maria returned, accompanied also by William, she
took no note whatsoever of them, nor indeed did she appear to have an
eye for anything external to her own deep but unsettled misery. Time
after time they spoke to her as before, each earnestly hoping that some
favorite expression or familiar tone of voice might impinge, however
slightly, upon her reason, or touch some chord of her affections. These
tender devices of their love, however, all failed; no corresponding
emotion was awakened, and they resolved, without loss of time, to see
what course of treatment medical advice recommend them to pursue on her
behalf. Accordingly William proceeded with a heavy heart to call in the
aid of a gentleman who can bear full testimony to the accuracy of our
narrative--we allude to that able and eminent practitioner, Doctor
M'Cormick of. Belfast, whose powers, of philosophical analysis, and
patient investigation are surpassed only by the success of the masterly
skill with which he applies them. The moment he left the room for this
purpose, Jane spoke.

"It will be hard," she said, "and I need not conceal it, for my very
thought has a voice at the footstool of the Almighty; the intelligences
of other worlds know it; all; the invisible spirits of the universe
know it; those that are evil rejoice, and the good would murmur if
the fulness of their own happiness permitted them. No--no--I need not
conceal it--hearken, therefore--hearken;" and she lowered her voice to
a whisper--"the Fawn of Springvale--Jane Sinclair--is predestined to
eternal misery. She is a _cast-away_. I may therefore speak and raise my
voice to warn; who shall dare," she added, "who shall dare ever to part
from the truth! Those--those only