When I think how beautiful, how talented, how affectionate, and how pure they are, and in what a cruel position I have placed them, I have terrible writhings of the heart.

I do not think I am destined to long life; and who will protect them when I am gone ?" A consciousness of last night's wishes and dreams made Alfred blush as he said, "It occurred to me that your eldest daughter might be betrothed to Mr.Fitzgerald." "I hope not," quickly rejoined Mr.Royal.

"He is not the sort of man with whom I would like to intrust her happiness.

I think, if it were so, Rosabella would have told me, for my children always confide in me." "I took it for granted that you liked him," replied Alfred; "for you said an introduction to your home was a favor you rarely bestowed." "I never conferred it on any young man but yourself," answered Mr.
Royal, "and you owed it partly to my memory of your honest father, and partly to the expression of your face, which so much resembles his." The young man smiled and bowed, and his friend continued: "When I invited you, I was not aware Mr.Fitzgerald was in the city.

I am but slightly acquainted with him, but I conjecture him to be what is called a high-blood.