reflected upon the walls within. Some men, accustomed to the office, were removing the corpse, by Guyon's desire, from the chamber where the young man had died, to a large and airy saloon below. Every thing was soon arranged for the loathsome operation, and Delphine beheld the gates unclose again; the men departed, and Guyon was left alone.

The windows of a small antechamber to the saloon in which the corpse was laid, looked out upon the fountain before the house.-Delphine saw the large doors between the two apartments open slowlyGuyon came forward-he closed the doors, and, putting down his lamp, threw open one of the windows, and stood before it, seeming to inhale, with pleasure, the fresh, cool air. Suddenly a gust of wind extinguished the lamp, and Delphine could see her beloved Guyon no longer :-but he was near her; she could hear him move; she could hear what seemed to her the murmur of a voice in prayer. Once she thought she could distinguish her own name. She sank on her knees, rejoicing that her prayers might be offered up at the same time and in the same place with his. The faint light of morning began to dawn, and Delphine looked up to catch the first glimpse of her Guyon's person; he was still at the window. The light increased-he arose, and his countenance was fully revealed; it seemed more than usually brightened by health and expression as

he looked up to the clear crimson sky. He appeared to linger there, as if unwilling to turn so soon away from his last enjoyment of the sweet fresh air and light of morning. Delphine was for a moment overjoyed, for he took from his bosom the little bouquet she had given him; he pressed it to his lips, and as he did so tears streamed down his cheeks. Again he placed the fragrant flowers near his heart, and he turned from the window. Delphine had been concealed before by the trunk of one of the old plane trees which grew near the spot. She now sprang up quickly, and standing on the highest edge of the fountain, caught the last glimpse of his erect and stately figure; she saw his bright hair dancing in the current of air as he threw open the wide doors; they closed upon him, and upon her every hope below. How dreadful were the hours that followed to Delphine! She sat with her eyes fixed on the window where she had last seen him, till her senses nearly forsook her. She gazed so intently that at last her very eyesight seemed to deceive her; she thought that she could see the doors open and shut continually, and Guyon appear and disappear as often. As the morning advanced, first one person and then another came to the fountain to fill their pitchers with water. They had seen so much of misery that they scarcely noticed Delphine. At length there came a man who stopped, and gazed on her

some time, and thinking perhaps, from her appearance, that she was some friendless wretch who had crawled to the fountain, and was dying there, he bade her begone, and not poison the waters with her vile presence. She heeded him not, for she had not heard him. The monster did not cease to persecute her, he even tried to thrust her away with violence, till, hardly knowing why, she rose up, and went and sat down on the steps of the house which Guyon had entered. Some time after the wretch had left her, she tried to recollect where she was, and what had happened she felt like one waking from a heavy sleep she walked a few paces from the house, and still she could recollect nothing-she turned and surveyed the building. Immediately that her eyes caught the windows of the antechamber, she uttered a cry of horror, and rushed towards the house; she knew not how long a time had passed since Guyon had commenced his fatal work; she only knew that he had not returned, and nothing could now restrain her. The gate was not fastened, Delphine pushed it open with ease. She entered the hall-the servant of Guyon was lying there fast asleep upon an old sofa, but her steps awoke him not, as she ascended the broad staircase. A door was before her-she opened it, but instantly she thought she had mistaken the room; a second glance convinced her she had not. In the midst of a magnificent saloon hung with the

finest pictures and mirrors of immense size, upon a table of rich marble, there lay, partly covered by a large linen cloth, the mangled and discoloured corpseBut where was Guyon? Almost underneath the loathsome object, with the end of the cloth still grasped in his hand, as if he had fallen in the act of covering the polluted mass, lay the hapless Guyon, to all appearance dead. "Oh God!" cried Delphine aloud, raising the body of him whom she loved-" help me, be with me now." It seemed as if her prayer were heard, for in the very crisis of her agony, she recovered her strength of mind. She lost not a moment in disengaging the hand of Guyon from the polluted sheet; she dragged, nay almost carried him to the open window; but in vain she endeavoured to restore him. She looked around, and saw with delight a vessel filled with vinegar on the table where he had been writing his remarks; into this vase he had thrown his papers as he wrote them; and Delphine, as she knelt on the ground bathing his face, and head, and hands with the vinegar, saw him gradually revive. But to remain in that saloon would be instant death to him, and with much difficulty Delphine removed nim to the antechamber, the doors of which were very near the place where he was then lying. "I cannot go farther," said he feebly, as she closed the door upon the horrid room where she had found him and when Delphine looked in his face, she saw

that he could not indeed be moved farther. A sudden change had taken place within the last minute, "He does not even know me," said she, as he looked up in her face, and smiled vacantly. He closed his eyes, and remained for some minutes in a heavy sleep, He awoke, and with difficulty raising his hand, he drew forth from his bosom a small golden crucifix ; he kissed it fervently. The little nosegay of lavender and vervain had fallen to the ground. He fixed his eyes upon the withered flowers, and said feebly, "Give it me; let me smell it. She said it might refresh me. Tell her, tell my sweet sister, that my heart was refreshed even at this awful hour, when 1 thought of Who, who are you? " he cried, lifting up his head; but ere he could look at her again, his memory was gone. He now fell into a gentle doze, and Delphine felt a calmness steal over her as she hung gazing upon his still handsome but altered countenance, altered it was indeed, the last few hours had done the work of years. He spoke once as he slept, and Delphine thought she heard the words "happy, how happy." He awoke repeating them; and quickly she held up the crucifix before his eyes. "Yes," he murmured, " by His sufferingsHis death-His alone."-He never spoke again.

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Note.-The plague ceased soon after the death of Guyon. He had discovered and fully explained the mysterious character of the disease; and the efforts of the medical men were blessed with complete success.