the Atlantic. The same reasons induced Jacques
and Annette also to become their fellow-passengers; they were wearied of
the toil and uncertainty inseparable from a new settlement, and sighed
for the humble pleasures they had once enjoyed among the gay peasantry
of France.

Every thing thus satisfactorily explained and arranged, no obstacle
remained to delay the marriage of Stanhope and Lucie. The ceremony was
accordingly performed by Mr. Broadhead; and they immediately bade a last
farewell to the wild regions of Acadia. Clear skies and favorable gales,
present enjoyment, and the bright hopes of futurity, rendered their
short voyage delightful, and seemed the happy presage of a calm and
prosperous life. Stanhope, with the fond pride of gratified affection,
presented his bride to his expecting parents; and never was a daughter
received with more cordiality and tenderness. They had known and loved
her, in the pleasant abode of their native land; and their maturer
judgments sanctioned his youthful choice. Every succeeding year
strengthened their confidence and attachment; her sweetness and
vivacity, her exemplary goodness and devotion to her husband, created a
union of feeling and interest, which was the joy of their declining
years.

The happiness of Arthur and Lucie was permanent; and, if not wholly
exempted from the evils which ever cling to this state of trial, their
virtuous principles were an unfailing support, their mutual tenderness,
an exhaustless consolation. The wealth and distinction, which once
courted them, were unregretted; the green vales of England, and the
vine-covered hills of France, lingered in their remembrance, only as a
bright and fleeting vision. It was their ambition to fulfil the duties
of moral and intellectual beings; and the rugged climate of New-England
became the chosen home of their affections.

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We feel pledged, by the rules of honorable authorship, to satisfy any
curiosity which may exist, respecting the remaining characters of our
narrative; and if the reader's interest is already wearied, he is at
liberty to omit this brief, concluding paragraph.

De Valette embarked at Newfoundland, in a vessel bound for some English
port, which was driven by stress of weather, on the Irish coast. The
crew barely escaped with their lives, and the young Frenchman, by a
freak of fortune, was thrown upon the hospitality of a gentleman, who
cultivated an hered