'Here,' said I, 'look--I show it you in confidence--it is a lock of her Ladyship's hair; here are her letters signed Calista, and addressed to Eugenio.

Here is a poem, "When Sol bedecks the mead with light, And pallid Cynthia sheds her ray," addressed by her Ladyship to your humble servant.' 'Calista! Eugenio! Sol bedecks the mead with light ?' cried the young lord.

'Am I dreaming?
Why, my dear Barry, the widow has sent me the very poem herself! "Rejoicing in the sunshine bright, Or musing in the evening grey."' I could not help laughing as he made the quotation.

They were, in fact, the very words MY Calista had addressed to me.

And we found, upon comparing letters, that whole passages of eloquence figured in the one correspondence which appeared in the other.