onscious of everything. It was said that his pulse (that of an
uncommonly strong and healthy man on the previous day) had become so low
and faint that, an hour before his execution, it could not be felt. He
and the Creole were the only ones who struggled; Wolfe died, seemingly,
without a pang.

From these feverish and fearful scenes, the mind turns, with a feeling
of grateful relief, to contemplate the happiness of one whose candid
and high nature, and warm affections, Fortune, long befriending, had at
length blessed.

It was on an evening in the earliest flush of returning spring that Lord
Ulswater, with his beautiful bride, entered his magnificent domains. It
had been his wish and order, in consequence of his brother's untimely
death, that no public rejoicings should be made on his marriage: but
the good old steward could not persuade himself entirely to enforce
obedience to the first order of his new master; and as the carriage
drove into the park-gates, crowds on crowds were assembled to welcome
and to gaze.

No sooner had they caught a glimpse of their young lord, whose
affability and handsome person had endeared him to all who remembered
his early days, and of the half-blushing, half-smiling countenance
beside him, than their enthusiasm could be no longer restrained. The
whole scene rang with shouts of joy; and through an air filled with
blessings, and amidst an avenue of happy faces, the bridal pair arrived
at their home.

"Ah! Clarence (for so I must still call you)," said Flora, her beautiful
eyes streaming with delicious tears, "let us never leave these kind
hearts; let us live amongst them, and strive to repay and deserve the
blessings which they shower upon us! Is not Benevolence, dearest, better
than Ambition?"

"Can it not rather, my own Flora, be Ambition itself?"

CONCLUSION.

So rest you, merry gentlemen.--Monsieur Thomas.

The Author has now only to take his leave of the less important
characters whom he has assembled together; and then, all due courtesy to
his numerous guests being performed, to retire himself to repose.

First, then, for Mr. Morris Brown: In the second year of Lord Ulswater's
marriage, the worthy broker paid Mrs. Minden's nephew a visit, in which
he persuaded that gentleman to accept, "as presents," two admirable fire
screens, the property of the late Lady Waddilove: the same may be now
seen in the housekeeper's room at Borodaile Park by any person
willing to sati