'And, dear Mrs.Woodward,' said he, 'I know you think me very harsh, I know you think me vindictive--but pray, pray believe that I understand all your love, and acknowledge all your goodness.

The time will, perhaps, come when we shall be as happy together as we once were.' Mrs.Woodward, trying to smile through her tears, could only say that she would pray that that time might soon come; and so, bidding God bless him, as a mother might bless her child, she left him and returned to Hampton, not with a light heart..