power, one salvation. Here I can centre my prayers; and whilst I lift up my heart to the One ever Merciful, ever Adorable-whilst I think of the solemn but endearing relations in which he has revealed his glory to my frail and trembling nature, I feel that whether or no in any other belief I might have been saved, I could in no other have been so full of hope-so tranquil-so happy.

CHAPTER XI.

THE next day after the memorable festival held on Wexford bridge, General Moore entered the town before the rebels had time to immolate their remaining prisoners, and destroy the houses with fire. Adrian Harvey had been absent, and commanded at the burning of Borris, on the twelfth of June. Unconscious of the changes which had taken place in the fortune of war, he was surprised, on his return from Barguy, between Tintern and Clonmines, by a party of the Reay fencibles, who were distinguished for their coolness and discipline, and a relentless bravery. At the conflagration, which had made four hundred houses desolate, and driven the inhabitants to the fields and woods for shelter, Adrian had felt that impulse to destroy, which, whether the prey be a creature in the divine image, or an animal

of the wild, kindles in the moment of pursuit. He had done things to the prophecy of which he would have been incredulous in his happier days he had felt new and living passions, unlike the emissions of evil which are heated in the slow furnace of habit: he had felt the elation of religious enthusiasm, and its change, in the moment of collision with human life, into a savage and unfeeling hatred-but now the animation was no more; there was no cry of triumph, or wail and shriek of the flying, as in the streets of Borris. After a feeble resistance with a small band of pikes that followed him, he surrendered, and was sent instantly to the chains and solitude which had been prepared for others.

The intelligence flew to the ear of Emily, and she proposed to abandon the deep and solemn repose in which, after Monica's departure, she had lived at Barguy. She was now to leave the still oratory from which her prayer had risen in secret-her light was to grow dim as the lamp of some melancholy cloister, if too feeble for the clouds of the world; or it was to shine before men with a lustre which could be hidden no longer. She arose at the bidding—she per

ceived how adversity draws nearer and closer the ties which bind us to our kindred; and far from being insensible to her husband's sorrows, she felt that Providence had now placed him under her own more immediate care, and love, and protection. She lost no time in fruitless regrets, but hastened to Wexford, in hope that some mode of escape might be devised, or some security for the future appearance of the prisoner might be accepted, before the morning discovered his rank, or brought proofs of his criminality. She built strong hopes on the circumstance of Adrian's absence from Wexford during the latter period of the insurrection—he might be unknown to the officers in command, and included in the proclamation of pardon, which had been made that evening by General Lake.

Thus did she reason, as woman will fondly and falsely, on probabilities of the unknown past, and on events in which they have not been the actors they judge with more truth of the unknown future; and man has rarely either the wisdom or the power which we observe when the affections are engaged in the counsels of a mother and a wife. Mrs. Harvey was informed, on

her arrival at Roseville, that she had come too late. Groups of the town's-people were traversing from Clonard Cross to the narrow defiles at the entrance of Wexford; and these lanes, with their wretched ambuscade of black hovels, presented every moment new objects of interest and curiosity. Small companies of soldiers returning from the mountains and caverns of the Forth, and bringing with them parties of the bleeding and wounded peasantry or at times a troop of the plumed and burnished cavalry, leading under escort some unhappy gentleman of the district, to suffer on the very spot where he had so lately himself presided over death.

By many Adrian was recognized, but not betrayed; but, as if he were one whom vengeance suffered not to live, the voice of gratitude discovered the secret which was to him as an amulet of life. "Save you, Mr.

Harvey," was uttered by some voice which prayed for its benefactor. The soldiers closed round him in a nearer circle; and he saw the terrible shining of their eyes as they rejoiced over their doomed but living spoil. He was conducted to the nunnery which had been prepared for the reception of such of the leaders