So one wrong produces another wrong; and thus frightfully may we affect the destiny of others, while blindly following the lead of selfishness.

But the past, with all its weaknesses and sins, has gone beyond recall; and I must try to write a better record on the present." As she passed to her sleeping-room, she softly entered the adjoining chamber, and, shading the lamp with her hand, she stood for a moment looking at Flora.

Though it was but a few minutes since she was darting round like a humming-bird, she was now sleeping as sweetly as a babe.

She made an extremely pretty picture in her slumber, with the long dark eyelashes resting on her youthful cheek, and a shower of dark curls falling over her arm.

"No wonder Alfred loved her so dearly," thought she.