Mrs.Hamilton begs me to inform you, that in this communication of my feelings, I have transcribed her own.

Injustice indeed she never did you; but admiration, esteem, and gratitude are inmates of her bosom as sincerely as they are of my own.

Continue, my young friend, this unwavering regard to the high principles of your nature, this steady adherence to duty, spite of prejudice and wrong, if indeed they should ever again assail you, and the respecs of your fellow-creatures will be yours as warmly, as unfeignedly, as is that of "Your sincere friend, "ARTHUR HAMILTON." No word, no sound broke from the parched lips of Emmeline as she ceased to read.

She returned the paper to her father in that same silence, and turning from his glance, buried her face in her hands.

Mr.Hamilton guessed at once all that was passing in that young and tortured heart; he drew her to him, and whispered fondly-- "Speak to me, my Emmeline.