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286 Anne. and a stern-looking gentleman, who was said to be a lawyer-cousin of the Podds, and to come from Birmingham. All the people staying: at Lake’s had flocked into the church to look on. “Pray take my arm. Allow me to lead youout. I see how deeply you are feeling this.” The ceremony seemed to be over almost as soon as it was begun— perhaps the parson, remembering the parties had both been married before, cut it short. And it was in the slight bustle consequent upon its termination that the above words, in a low, tender, and most con- siderate tone, broke upon my ear. Where had I heard the voice before ? Turning hastily round, I recognized the stranger of the night before. It was to Anne he had spoken, and he had already taken her upon his arm. Her head was bent still ; the rebellious tears would hardly be kept back ; and a sweet compassion sat on every line of his handsome features as he gazed down at her. “Who is he?” I asked of Fanny Podd, as he walked off with Anne. “Mr. Angerstyne—the most fascinating man I ever saw in my life. The Lakes could not have taken him in, but for mamma’s inventing that little fable of Anne’s going with old Lewis to the Bell. Trust her for not letting us two girls lose a chanoe,” added free-speaking Fanny. “T may take your arm, I suppose, Johnny Ludlow.” And after a plain breakfast in private, which included only the — wedding party, Dr. and Mrs. Lewis departed for.Cheltenham. The rest has to come. N Jouyny LupLow. \ FALLING LEAVES. - Gold-tinted in the autumn sun, the autumn leaves are glowing, Silently falling, one by one, while soft west winds are blowing ; More beautiful than in their birth, as Christians are in dying, They gently rust'e down to earth, while forest boughs are sighing. comliclbooks.c@ \