ing town, where a troop of
horse was quartered. The commanding officer instantly repaired to the
gypsy camp, where he arrived in time to apprehend the crew before
they had committed any act of violence. The sexton of St. Hubert's did
not long survive this night, and Myra became a maniac. The fate of the
lovers we shall next describe.

When the lover of Margaret received the message of the queen of the
gypsies, he repaired to the spot where his mistress lay, to all
appearance, in the arms of death. But life had not departed; and even
as he hung gazing over her, a faint color mounted to her cheek, and
her bosom began to heave beneath her white garment. He raised her in
his arms, bore her to the air, and she revived. When her senses were
fully restored, she consented to guard against another separation by
marrying her lover and savior. William had provided a humble
post-chaise to convey his bride far from the scene of her past perils
and temptations. They journeyed by slow stages to the north, and at
the close of a few days entered a romantic village. The lover
bridegroom pointed out a gray and noble old pile, the turrets of which
rose lofty above the waving trees of an ancient park. He asked if she
should like to visit it. She replied in the affirmative, and they
drove, unchallenged, through the gateway and along a noble avenue
shaded by huge oaks. When they reached the portals of the building,
the post-boy stopped the horses, dismounted, threw open the door of
the chaise, and let down the steps. William lifted his companion from
her seat in his arms.

"Margaret," said he, "look up. This is Woodley Castle, and you are
Lady Armitage."

JACK WITHERS.

Every body liked Jack Withers. He was a handsome, active young fellow
of five-and-twenty, of a good family, an orphan, who came into
possession of thirty thousand dollars when he came of age. In this age
of California gold, when fortunes are made by shovelling dust, and the
wonders of Aladdin's treasure house are realized by men of no capital
but pickaxes and muscles, thirty thousand dollars does not seem a
prodigious sum. Yet our great-grandfathers retired from business on
that amount, and were thought, at least, comfortably well off; and
even nowadays, thirty thousand dollars, judiciously managed, will keep
a man out of the poorhouse, and give him a clean shirt and a leg of
mutton for his lifetime. But poor Jack was not a judicious manager,
and a tandem team an