bella, they sigh for the return of the gentle Elvira. Father Morris perceives this, and determining to rid Rosabella of her rival, the fair Elvira fades beneath his arts, like a flower withering on its stem."
"She must be saved!" said Clara, with enthusiasm; "she shall he saved!—Point but out the means, and I am devoted to her service."
"You must assume these weeds, and follow me," said Cheops, pointing to a bundle in a corner of the pavilion, which Clara had not before noticed. "In half an hour I will return for you."
"And my sudden disappearance," rejoined Clara, "will it not excite suspicion?"
"'The river is deep and rapid," returned Cheops; "some of your clothes left upon its banks—"
"I comprehend," cried Clara eagerly; "but the poor old duke, and Sir Ambrose?"—
"Their anxiety and distress may be great, but cannot be lasting: the feelings of age are blunt, and—"
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Clara, "you are de-
