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whose love was of such a character that nothing could subdue it. Yet she was neglected-insulted -abandoned ;-and for what,--and for whom? Neither the obligations of the husband nor the father were listened to, while advantage, and comfort, and respectability were sacrificed at the shrine of folly and vice. Daily observation proves the correctness of the wise man's aphorism“ though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him."

Once already, had the profligacy of Marcus Freeport involved him in embarrassment. The marriage portion of Olivia was expended, and additional help was indispensible, for without it, publicity would be given to the state of his affairs. In this dilemma, the confiding, devoted wife, believing that misfortune, as stated by her husband, was the cause, so represented the case to her pious father; and he, relying on the statement of his beloved child, promptly remitted the sum required. This affair had passed away, when one fine evening in September, Olivia was sitting with her beloved Marcus—as she fondly called her husband—who had only a day or two since returned from a pretended tour from the country, on a subject of business, of a fortnight's duration. All his past unkindness was forgotten. The children were gamboling around them, and happiness once again seemed entering their habitation; indeed, the kind-hearted Olivia always felt happy when Marcus was with her.

now gazing on him, in a rapture of

She was

affection, for he had just (as sometimes he used to do, to suit his purpose) spoken kindly, very kindly to her, when a gentleman was announced, inquiring for Mr. Freeport. The servant was desired to introduce him. He entered; and after a brief apology for his intrusion, exhibited a writ, by virtue of which he claimed Mr. Marcus Freeport, for his prisoner. Olivia shrieked, sprang, with a convulsive bound, to the side of her husband, and fainted at his feet. Returning consciousness presented her affrighted children weeping over her, who, with the servant, alone remained. Her husband was immured within the strong walls of a prison.

As soon as she could attend to the information, she learned the cause and nature of the painful circumstances in which she was now placed. During one of the days which her husband had devoted to pleasure, he journeyed with a lady of fascinating appearance. The inside of the coach being occupied by themselves, furnished every opportunity for tete-a-tete to them of the most agreeable nature. The appearance of Mr. Freeport was perfectly gentlemanly, and being possessed of an address which habit had made him master of, he could assume, with ease, any character his purpose might require. Struck with the beauty and accomplishments of his fair companion, he resolved to carry off the prize which was thus presented, and hence, assuming an air and consequence perfectly libre facile, he appeared before her la grandeur de courage, et illustre Captain

George Frederick Stanley. Happy to form so advantageous an alliance, and nothing loath to wed; the beautiful Miss Maria Louisa Nevile, after a courtship of a few weeks, during which time, our selfcreated Captain paid her attentions as frequent as his duty connected with his ship would permit, was led to the altar, and became the deceived bride of an accomplished villain! The honey-moon was of short duration, for in two weeks he abandoned her:-either satiated desire, or stern necessity leading him to do so. An inquiry instantly was set on foot, by the friends of Miss Nevile, when his true character being discovered, a charge of bigamy was prefered against him, and, as we have seen, his apprehension followed.

A few days only passed, and the public papers told a tale which Olivia would never have told. Her pious and venerable father read the heartsickening statement, and from this source first learned the character of the dishonourable husband of his daughter. He immediately sent, by express, such condolence as his child's circumstances required, accompanied by a pressing request, that she would at once retire, with her family, to his parental abode, and make again his house her home. She listened to the offer, and poured forth her thankful soul in blessings on so kind a father, but declined it. Her heart still was his who had so basely spurned the purest, strongest affection. Her determination was fixed, and in the exercise of it, she awaited the issue of the trial,--purposing either to receive him again as though he had never injured her, or to follow him in his fortunes, should the laws of his country so doom him,—to the shores of strangers.

With an anxiety which the imagination and powers of the poet could not portray, she waited the decision of his fate. The morning of the day arrived :—the case was opened:-his marriage with Olivia was proved.-It only remained to substantiate his second marriage, and so make out a case of Bigamy, in order to free the country, legally, of one, who had forfeited the rights of a denizen of it. To the "glorious uncertainty” of the law, however, he was indebted for a verdict, which although in his favour, in reference to his freedom, removed not the blot from his character with which it was stained. The marriage, indeed, was clearly proved, as far as the performanoe of the ceremony went,---but that was rendered invalid, inasmuch as the female, who was under age, had been married without the consent or knowledge of her parents; and also, that in the solemnization of the rite, it had been attended to, with the omission of one of the lady's given names: it was therefore contended that Maria Nevile could not be Maria Louisa Nevile; and the second word being omitted - he was discharged.

Even yet, with the fondness of a wife, who deserved a better husband, Olivia loved him, and rejoiced in his deliverance, and on the day of his acquittal, waited for him at the door of his prison,

and receiving him to her bosom, conveyed him in a carriage she had prepared for the purpose, to their habitation.

The wound, however, which such infamy had inflicted upon the peace of the aged Mr. Goodall, bowed him down to the earth. “I have," he replied to a friend, who paid him a visit shortly after, when making inquiry concerning his health, “I have been poorly some time, and this last affair has been the breaking up of my constitution.” A flood of tears prevented further utterance, and he groaned the feelings he could not express. He continued for awhile to perform the duties of his office, but evidently and rapidly decayed; until at length, the village bell, which had for so long a period called his flock to receive the words at his lips, proclaimed that he had ceased from his labours, and summoned the weeping villagers to follow to the grave, the remains of their faithful and beloved minister. Olivia, too, like some scathed flower, beat down beneath a desolating storm, before its beauty had declined, sank under the loss of her venerable parent, and the continued unkindness of her husband, whom still she loved with the unabated ardour of strong affection, and whose crimes she still sought to hide from popular observation. As the heavy hand of death pressed upon

her heart, and the feeble pulse of life beat slower and yet more slow, she prayed for him; and while her redeemed spirit passed gently away, and the

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