Oh, let me add my advice to Flora's entreaties.

She loves you, and we all esteem you; fly, then, from us, and leave us to encounter our miseries alone.

Fly from us, Charles Holland, and take with you our best wishes for happiness which you cannot know here." "Never," cried Charles; "I devote my existence to Flora.

I will not play the coward, and fly from one whom I love, on such grounds.

I devote my life to her." Henry could not speak for emotion for several minutes, and when at length, in a faltering voice, he could utter some words, he said,-- "God of heaven, what happiness is marred by these horrible events?
What have we all done to be the victims of such a dreadful act of vengeance ?" "Henry, do not talk in that way," cried Charles.