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by one misfortune, which is the more miserable,because, being causeless, I know not what to doto insure a remedy."

Here a female servant entered the library witha request that Sir Henry would step into his lady'sroom, which, with a sigh laden with wretched an-ticipation, he obeyed.

Lady Buckingham was a confirmed ennuyee.The two first years of her marriage passed hap-pily and even joyously; but the last twelvemonths had been characterized by great and mys-terious depression,—a constant but undefined fearof some impending calamity, which shook her in-nocent heart to its very centre. Every changealarmed her. The seasons, in their diversity, ap-proached like portents; and the coming-on ofdawn, no less than the deepening shadows of even-ing, filled her with intolerable tremour. Duringthe noon, either of night or day, she seemed to en-joy some little respite from her apprehensions, forthen the hours appeared to pause; but she couldnot divest herself of the dread that every obvious