But, for my own part, I cannot say with the Mariner in Coleridge's ballad, that "'At an uncertain hour My agony returns; And, till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.'" He paused a moment, and rested his head upon his hand.

"You have seen Mrs.H------, of -- ----- ?" he inquired, somewhat abruptly.

I replied in the affirmative.
"Do you not think her a fine woman ?" "Yes, certainly, a fine woman.

She was once, I am told, very beautiful." "Once?
is she not so now ?" he asked.

"Well, I have heard the same before.