Forgive me, oh, my cousin!" Mary clasped Florence's hands in hers, and though too feeble to speak very audibly, replied: "Florry, think not of the past; it has been very painful to us both, yet I thank God that you are right at last.

You know how I love you: I would give every treasure of earth to contribute to your happiness; and now that you are so blest, listen to my counsel.

Florry, there is a cloud no bigger than a man's hand resting low on the horizon of your happiness--be warned in time.

You know Mr.Stewart's firm, unwavering principals of Protestantism; you know, too the aversion with which he regards the priests of Rome; it may be a hard task now, but it will be tenfold more difficult a year hence.

Go to him at once, tell him you were misguided and deceived, and reveal every circumstance connected with that unhappy period.