of tormenting either me or her husband. Tell your dear uncle she is gone, Georgiana; and see if he continues easier."

Many were the messages passed on this eventful day between the invalids, and all spoke of Lord Rotheles as being easy in person and calm in mind; but exactly forty-eight hours after his severe seizure on beholding his sister, the last of the Earls of Rotheles breathed his dying sigh, whilst feebly grasping the hand of that venerable friend who was the "foe to his faults, but friend to his amendment," and who forgot his own infirmities in his anxiety to impart eternal truths, or bless, with heavenly consolations, that humble and contrite spirit which was, as he devoutly trusted,