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ALFRED DE ROSANN. | 125 beloved country—that nothing farther detained him in England, and that he was at liberty to commence his journey back again to *¢ The chosen home of chivalry, And garden of romance,” whenever he chose to order the post-chaise and bid adieu to his friends—the conviction that he was no longer a felon, nor a criminal in the eyes of his coun- try’s laws, and that the almost insuperable bar to his marriage with Eloise was probably overcome—these reflections caused his heart to leap within him, and he exclaimed aloud, “ This moment ts an ample re- ward for all the hours of agony and suffering I have undergone. Pardoned by my king, once more on a level with. the proudest of my’ fellow-countrymen, possessing a competency to insure me bread for the future, and then Eloise—oh! indeed—indeed, this instant of bliss is as a drop of wine after cups of vine- gar and gall!”’ | The following morning was fixed for his departure; and he determined to spend the last evening of his so- journ in the English metropolis with the kind friends to whom he was under a multiplicity of obligations. Having first informed Mr. Robson of his intentions, he ascended to the drawing-room, where—as if destiny had arranged the meeting on purpose—he found him- self alone with Selina. «“ No circumstances can this time make me change my mind, Miss Robson: my presence at St. Malo is absolutely necessary in a few days,” said our hero, when he had gradually unfolded the chief object of his visit to the being whom the sad news afflicted as much as they gave him pleasure. «May all happiness attend you, M. De Rosann!’” cried Selina, wiping away a tear. “ May you reap the reward which your constancy deserves, and experl- ence an uninterrupted. felicity in the arms of your fu- ture bride.’’ | 11* COMIE OOO S (E@)