I shall rejoice in it, and sincerely love the person who contributes to it.

But tell me," continued she, turning to Charlotte, "who is this lovely girl?
Is she your sister, Mademoiselle ?" A blush, deep as the glow of the carnation, suffused the cheeks of Charlotte.
"It is a young lady," replied the Colonel, "who came in the same vessel with us from England.' He then drew his daughter aside, and told her in a whisper, Charlotte was the mistress of Montraville.
"What a pity!" said Mrs.Beauchamp softly, (casting a most compassionate glance at her.) "But surely her mind is not depraved.

The goodness of her heart is depicted in her ingenuous countenance." Charlotte caught the word pity.

"And am I already fallen so low ?" said she.

A sigh escaped her, and a tear was ready to start, but Montraville appeared, and she checked the rising emotion.