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858 acls had surmised the truth. The poor stranger lady, on hearing that the young Count of Came- vino was on bis trial for his life, and that little if any hope was entertained as to the result, had gone off in a swoon, which still lasted and lovoked like death itself. To get her away from the midet of the crowd’s pressure, to some place where medical attendance could be at once af- forded, was the subject of instantaneous discussion amopget the humane persons who had interested themselves in the matter: but there was no hotel close 4t hand—and no one on the spot seemed to be a resident in that immediate neighbourhood. There was consequently some little bewilderment | and discussion, when all in a moment General Germini’s housekeeper appeared on the scene, with @ request on the part of her two young mistresses that ‘the stranger lady might be borne into their habitation. In a few minutes, therefore, the inanimate form of the stranger was stretched upon the sofa in the drawing-room where the sisters were: those who bore the lady thither retired; and besides the sisters there remained only a surgeon and the old housekeeper. The lady appeared to be about forty years of age: it might be a little less—but she certainly was not more. She possessed the re- maine of great beauty—for her profile was fault- lees: but ehe was of sickly appearance, even apart from the swoon in which she was plunged. “She may be the poor young gentleman’s mother,” whispered Laura tuo Mirtilla, “She has evidently been very beautiful in her time—and her figure, you see, is still excellent in its sym- metry.—Do you think she will recover, signor P” These last words were addressed to the surgeon, who was busily engaged in administering restora- tives, aud doing what he could for bis inanimate patient. ‘7 hope so, signoretta—I hope so. Yes, now she gives signs of life! Look, the lips are quivering! Ab, it is sometimes very peinful to re- cover from ewoons so profound as this. It seoms as if one had touched upon the confines of death itself, and that naturo’s effort to recover its right of existence must inevitably be accompanied by fearful pangs!” Meanwhile the lady was assuredly recovering her senses; and as she opened her eyes, she gazed in mingled terror and vacancy upon those who were around ber, until a smile appeared upon her lips as her looks settled on the beautiful and amiable countenances of the sisters. “1¢ must have been a dream—a hideous dream !” she murmured: and then closing her eyes, she gave vent to a long-drawn sigh. But now, as her consciousness completely re- turned, memory began to exercise its functions with a power and effect which would not permit her any longer to cradle herself in the flattering delusion that it was a dream; and she soon saw that i¢ was all a reality only too horrible. “My son! my son!” she moaned in English, at | the same time wringing her hands in despair, = “What can we do for you, signora?” asked Laura in Italian. “T ought to thank you, amiable and excellent young ladies,” replied the stranger, now also speak- ing in Itwlian, but with a strong foreign accent, “for your kindness and generosity towards me. AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. Heaven will reward you! I am the mother fy) ed . . She could say no more, but burst into tears, The sisters wept from sympathy with the poor lady: the surgeon and the housekeeper were moved; but no one would venture to suggest a single syllable of hope, because they knew not upon what ground it could possibly be based ; for it had been rumoured that the trial was going dead against the young Count of Camerino—and the surgeon had just now whispered the report to the sisters ere Mrs. de Vero upened her eyes to return- ing consciousness, “Tell me,” said the half-distracted lady, “is General Germini, before whom I hear my son is arraigoed—is he a humane manP” ‘These, signora,” answered the surgeon, “ are the General’s daughters — and you are in his house.” : “Oh!” exclaimed Mre. De Vere, a gleam of hope expanding rapidly upon her pale careworn countenance; “if these be the daughters of him who is now the arbiter of my son’s fate, I need not despair!” - Laura and Mirtilla both turned aside for a moment with saddened looks: but Mrs. De Vere did not notice the circumstance, fur she was raising her eyes and inwardly praying that God would move the heart of the military judge to be merciful to her son. “ Signora,” said the surgeon, who was an up- right and conscientious man, and who felt that he could not leave the matter precisely as it stood, “TI consider it my duty to remind you that vury little, if anything, depends on the disposition of the military judge in such cases os these, Le has no discretionary power. It is simply for him to hear the evidence that may bo given for or againat ; and it is not even his own opinion which decidss the question in the Jong run. He can merely vote along with his associates if there be any doubt upon the issue.” ‘ “Yos—I ought to know this,” said Mrs. De Vere, in a mournful tone. ‘ And therefore, my dear young ladica, whatsoever may be the event of that dreadful ordeal—cven though the very worst may happen—yet rest assured that my heartfelt gratitude shall ever be yours!” “ Wark!’ said the surgeon: “there is a rush amongst the crow! What does it mean P” He advanced to the window and looked out, “Do you—do you think,” inquired Mrs. De Vere, tottering towards him, and grasping him with nervous violence by the arm,—-“do you think that the sentence is pronounced P” “ No—it is not zhat,” responded the surgeon. “Pshaw! it is only a billsticker!—and the silly people are rushing to read what is on the placard that ho is now posting! Alas, while matters of life and death are progressing in one place, the giddy multitude rush in other places to gratify their curiosity on the most trivial subjects—a new opera—a travelling menagerie—or any other show or sport that is advertised !” “Yes: such is lifo—sech is Me world!” mur- mured Mrs. De Vere. “Oh, this susponae! Oh, my poor boy !—to think that he should have be- come‘implicated in such a proceeding! It is to me the most unheard-of mystery !” “Did his lordship, your son, entertain strong MICLOO@ C© S C©