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done! I have grieved and wounded a father that ten-
derly loved me.' _ _

"." Av, my child, I do;' he whispered tremulously,
gently drawing her slender form nearer his heart.
Emily,' said he, after awhile, go get me that Testa.
ment which you placed before me; oh, go, dear child!'
She still hung her head, and made no motion of going.
Go get it me; bring it to me!'
" She rose, without a word, and brought it to him;
and while he silently read the verse to which she had
directed his attention, she sat beside him, her hands
clasped together, and her eyes timidly fixed on the
ground.

It was in love, and not presumption, my Emily,
that you laid these awful words before me.'

1:-Indeed, my papa, it was,' said she, bursting into

tears.
" He appeared about to speak to her, when words
evidently failed him suddenly. At length—' And when
that sweet soul'—he paused—' this morning whispered in
my ear, did she know of this that you had done?'
Lady Emily could not speak. She bowed her head in
acquiescence, and sobbed convulsively. Her father was
fearfully agitated.
"' Wretch that lam ! I am not worthy of either of
you !' Le ly Emily flung her arms round him fondly,
and kissed him. lam yielding to great weakness, my
love,' said he, after a while, with somewhat more of com-
posue, yet never shall I—never can I—forget this
morning ; I have long felt, and feared, that I was not
made to be loved : I have seen it written in people's
laces. Yet can I love !'
"' I know you can ! I know you do, my own dear
papa ! Do you nut believe that I love you that Agnes
loves you ?'
" do, my Emily—l do ! Yet till this moment have
I felt alone in life, In this vast pile, to me how gloomy
and desolate ! with these woods, so horrible, around me,
I have been alone—utterly alone ! And yet were you
with me—you, my only daughter—who, I suppose, dares
not tell me how much you loved me !'
" Oh, do not say so, papa ! I know your grief and
suffering. They were too sacred to be touched—l wept
for you, but in my own chamber I'
" You stand beside me as an angel, Emily I' said the
Earl fondly, as you have ever been ; yet I now feel as
though my eyes had not really seen and known you !'
" They were slowly walking to and fro, the Earl af-
fectionately supporting her tall slim figure ; and as he
gazed at her, though her eyes were heavy with weeping,
and her features partly concealed beneath her dark
dishevelled tresses he beheld in them a beauty which
he had never fully seen before, and which no one knew
him familiarly enough even to have remarked to him.
"' Papa,',, said she at length, evidently with timorous
reluctance in her manner, • shall I offend you if '—
She paused and glanced at him apprehensively.
" • No, Emily, sweet love ! you will net ; you cannot
now offend me,' said he, sighing deeply, and speaking
very gravely, but affectionately ; I know what is in
your gentle heart—your earliest words this morning are
still ringing in my ears. Can you believe and trust in
me now, my dear Emily ?'
" Indeed, indeed, papa, I can !'
" As you love me love, then, do not at present speak
to me on this dreadful affair. I know all you would
say, but—you do not, you cannot—you ought not to
know as much of this matter as I do. Remembering tile
solemn and fearful passage of Holy Writ which y(ai
have showed me, Emily, I declare to you I believe in my
conscience, that there is no shadow of doubt about t
guilt of Aliffe ! So said the judge, an able and merciful
judge ; so said the jury ;so said the whole world ! I
could tell you of expressions of dreadful malice on his
part against me and my family ; but why ? why, iny
love, should I distress you, or harass myself ? '
" Lady Emily was going to speak—but he added—
" Suppose, before he suffer the sentence of the Is ,w,
he were to acknowledge that he did this awful de, :d,
what thee, Emily ? '
" What mean you, dear papa ? ' said ske, faint ly,
should his life be even then spared ?—or should he
die ? '

" Oh ! papa ! ' she murmured, after a pause, sighing
heavily ; but,' she added, • suppose he should not c(
)n-
-fess it, but die, saying that he is innocent, and it shoe tld
be found so afterwards, would that not be awful, dearest
papa ? '
" My dear Emily, unfortunately, few criminals sui rer
their just sentence, without falsely protesting innocence ;
were we to believe them, against all proof positive of
guilt, how could law or justice be administered ? '
" But, forgive a word more, papa—suppose he shoo ld
really die innocent ? '
My dear girl, that is, I own, a very shocking an p-
position ; but you may speak of this again to me. I
hear the sound of footsteps coming along the corridor.;'"
Even when separated from the context this scene is
singularly affecting, and is worthy of the hand that
penned the pathetic passages contained in the "Die ry
of a Late Physician." Among the other perion4 ;es
of the story, good, honest, simple-minded, generot
is-
hearted Captain Lutteridge must not be forgotten, ;
but the Prince of all the characters in the work is
Parson Hylton—the Rev. Henry Hylton, Vicar of
Milverstoke. lie is a second Parson Yorick in gen-
tleness, and a second Parson Adams in goodness,
without the simplicity of the one or the eccentricities
of the other. His nobility of spirit is divulged, per-
haps, the most brightly in his interview with the
Lord Chief Justice—an interview admirably re-
counted. Of the more comical portions of the fiction,
the conversation between the villagers in the parlour
of the Blind Hound is the drollest. Incidentally the
writer throws out a sly sentence—an inuendo ofhumour
--a covert hint of fun. As, for example, when one of the
passengers remarks that Mr. Hylton has been sleeping
on the coach-top, " Ay, I reckon you have,
indeed, quoth the coachman, with a respectful laugh,
fir he of course saw that Mr. Hylton was a clergy-
man, and was, besides, himself at that place surren—
dering the reins to his successor, and had gratuitir:s
in view !" In the same manner of indieect face-
tiousness, he observes on one occasion, when Captt .in
Lutteridge is riding along in great doubt and tiesilca-
tion—" The Captain walked his horse very slowly
indeed—slower and slower, and at length faiY;ly stand
still for some minut?s, as did also his meche nical fol-
lower (a soldier), who would have stoat so for a
fortnight, or any longer given period, as a matter of
course, without inward questioning or sur prise, if so
had done, or ordered, his commanding o' fficer." In
point of composition, " Now and Then" is written in
the pure idiom of our Saxon forefather s ; but the
habit which Mr. Warren has acquired o e reversing
the position of the verb and the nominati: ye case im-
parts to several portions of the fiction am ,air of for-
mality and precision as quaint as the man nerisms of
old Adam Ayliffe himself. Otherwise tl re book is
eminently worthy (both in plot and purpose) of the
genius of Mr. Warren : it will be range d henceforth
on the same book-shelf with the "Dial-, f of a Late
Physician" and "'Ten Thousand a Year although
of a nature and a class altogether differen

DESTRUCTIVE FIRE IN SOHO:A fife, attended
with considerable damage, broke out at fiv a o'clock last
evening upon the extensive premises situat a at No. 17,
Phcenix-street, Crown-street, Soho. The 'flames were
first noticed in the first-floor, in which a nt trober of new
carts, caravans, and chaises were deposited . The stock
was of such an inflammable character, thi it before as-
sistance could be obtained the flames were i )(airing forth
from the window so fiercely, as to threa to in with de-
struction the entire building. Engines of the London
Brigade, with the West of England en ne, quickly
attended, and the firemen by great pers rverance suc-
ceeded in confining the flames almost excl, rstively to the
premisesoccupiedlt of
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CHINESE " COURT CIRCULAR."—Such exact ac-
counts of the Emperor's doings were seldo aft before pub-
lished in the Pekin Gazette. His attic sas are daily
recorded with extraordinary minuteness, i even the gates
he passes, the excursions he taken within the precincts
of the:palace, and the individuals cunstitut file ,g the Coun-
cil of State, with whom he is in the habit of associating.
They are not always the same persons,, be t noblemen
and high officers nominated for the occasion. The
copious rains having suddenly ceased, the Eli peror fasted
a whole night in the palace expressly des t tired for this
purpose, then began to pray most fervent]: to the azure
lleavr-n, and after having burnt some oft he large Thi-
hetean incense sq, ks, it commenced to I 'tin, and con-
tilaied for a considerable time, so that thi .ee inches fell.
T„ukwang repaired also on a previous d sy to a temple
dedicated to the God of Thunder, and th ere performed
the same rites, much to the delight of the Court. The
Empress Dowager seems to stand in high 'favour, for her
adopted son frequently goes to her palte,!, and receives
tokens of her benign regard.—Chinn Maid ', Oct. 14.
CASE OF MURDER.-.--We regret to 2 learn, that the
vicinity of Airdrie has been, within the last few days,
the scene of a cold-blooded murder. Or , Sunday last a
miner, named M'Bride, residing in N orth Stanrigg,
about three miles from Airdrie, was vie lently assaulted
by another miner, an Irishman, of the nu me of M'Lusky,
who stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife, or some
other sharp instrument, so severely th a, t death was the
consequence. M'Lusky, after the tr, tgic occurrence,
immediately absconded, and has not si ar2e been heard of,
though information has been sent b y the Procurator-
Fiscal to all the surrounding districts.
HORRIDLE .MURDER.—ME. Copt aman, jun., son of
Mr. Copeman, farmer, of Blyboror Jgh, was found on
Sunday morning, about nine o'clock. on ;be road leading
from Kirton to Blyborough, quite dead. mis throat was
cut, and the body was otherwise Dreadfully mangled ; a
niece of flesh was knocked or cr it off his face, and was
lying on the ground near the taody. The young man
had a dog with him, which hate 'also been very much cut
and bruised, but it was not qilit e killed. Mr. Copeman
left the Red Lion Inn, Kirtorr, about twelve o'clock on
Saturday night, to go home tc Blyborough, and it ap-
pears that be had not gone fa r before he met with his
sapolice are on are look-out, and it is to
be hoped
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pedsthatthey will se,on, succeed in capturing the
perpetrators of this awfr.,l mutt lee.
FIRE IN HOUNSDIT CH, ANE ROBBERY.—Last even-
ing, about four o'clock, a fir( - of rather an alarming
nature broke out Upon the pre 'raises in the occupation
of Messrs. Abrahams and Dar izezer, Birmingham land
Sheffield dealers, carrying on business at No. 105,
Hounsditch. It was caused by the cock of the main
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MR. WARRENNE, THE MEDICAL 1 tACTITIONER.—
This new work, by the auth or of " Coils tance D'Oyleyi"
" Margaret Cape!," &c.,
wit
1, we are rcqu ested to inform
the public, be published
ore„. the 24th ins, Cant, in 3 cols.
post Bvo.