seized on her fragile form: an abortion succeeded. In frantic accents she confessed her guilt. What were the feelings of Arnold and his aged Margaretta! They tore their hair, and wept with bitterness of soul. But they did not upbraid their hapless daughter: they would not add to her misery. Great were her sufferings. They tried to calm her mind, and spoke the language of peace and comfort to the mourner. Their efforts succeeded, and she fell into a calm slumber. At a late hour the family retired to their chambers, except Rosetta, who watched by the bed side of her beloved Jane. She still slept in apparent composure. About four in the morning Rosetta reclined her head on the back of the chair, and fell asleep. In less than an hour, she was awoke by hearing some footsteps hastily descending the stairs. She arose, and approached the bed, to look if her Jane's afflictions were still banished by the influence of Morpheus. She was gone; Rosetta looked around, it was evident that she had arose, and dressed herself. Terrified beyond description, Rosetta hastened to the chamber where her husband slept, and interested him to join with her in the pursuit of Jane. Lubin instantly thought of the grove where he had oft seen her walking with her faithless Henry. Thither they ran as fast as their hearts would allow, and found the object of their search stretched on the cold ground, and making a piteous moan. Lubin raised and supported her in his arms; while he joined with Rosetta in calling her by
