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am warned, by my evil genius,—nay, smile not, forthe fiend of destiny haunts me—that my death,and your's too, will be the consequence of my ac-companying you this morning."

" Nothing, my dear," replied Sir Henry, " canbe more unreal (I should say, ridiculous, did I notrespect even your weakness) than these fears.They are the offspring of ill health, to which youreduce yourself by persisting in so sedentary alife. You must not be offended, if, for once, I em-ploy the authority of a husband, and require thatyou forthwith prepare yourself for exercise andfresh air. Come, let me woo thee in the words ofthe holy oriental song: ' Rise up, my love, myfair one, and come away. For, lo! the winter ispast, the rain is over and gone; the flowers ap-pear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birdsis come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heardin our land.'"

The heartfelt kindness of this solicitation wasnot lost on the lady, who, after a struggle withher apprehensions, arose, and dressed herself for