leave Mount Pleasant with me, and take up her abode in London."

Mrs. Elderoy's judgment consented, but her heart was grieved, and Elizabeth was inconsolable. Sobs and tears were the repast of governess, nurse, children and servants, at Mount Pleasant, during the Christmas holidays. At parting with her lov ed friends, Mary was solemn, tender, and grateful. She felt herself called upon, however, to remember and practice her mother's command, and was "firm." To Elizabeth she addressed the kindest monitorial counsel, respecting the necessary duty of governing ourselves; and observed, that it was one of the solemn tasks appointed for her infant days, by the best of fathers.

My young reader may depend that madam Seymour acted the part of a real Swiss lady, as well as grateful friend, toward Mrs. Elderoy and her family. She made princely presents on behalf of her adopted daughter, extending her munificence even to Tom the scullion boy, who complimented her, as she presented him half a guinea as a Christmas gift, with a dolorous bow, crying, "me wish good lady, you stay up to London, an' not come here to carry off pinky miss-O dear, dear."

Tom's simple uncouth wailing, is a natural figure of the secret desires that unavailingly visited every

inmate of the kitchen hall, though none dared to imitate his Welch openness. It is plain, my young readers, Mary, the orphan, was viewed by Mrs. Elderoy's domestics as a real friend. Imitate her gentle kindness and christian care for the poor, and be beloved by them.

We will avoid the particulars of the parting scene at Mount Pleasant, and accompany our lovely orphan to London, and watch her behavior there.

Rare, indeed, is the humility that survives a sudden influx of worldly wealth and human grandeur on the path of frail mortality. Yet it lives in the heart of Mary, who is become the heiress of fifty thousand pounds sterling, deposited in the bank of England, and a land patrimony in the canton of Lucerne in Switzerland.

Behold, young reader, this humble heiress, seated in a splendid equipage, on whose sides were engraven the armorial ensign of her noble ancestors, arrayed in a dress of filemot cotton and small Quaker bonnet. The sweet maid is listening with tearful attention, and filial reverence, to the story unfolded by her new found relative, concerning the youthful days, the early sorrows of her sainted father.

You are a descendant, my dearest Mary, said

Mrs. Seymour to her lovely companion in the coach, that is, you are remotely descended from a patriotic nobleman, who lived in the fourteenth century, and ventured his fortune and life to aid the Swiss revolution. Brave and generous were your fore-fathers-haters of tyranny, and lovers of freedom and peace.

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My great grandfather lived in the day of reformation, as it is called, in whose annals the farfamed Genevian, John Calvin, makes the climax. For a time our ancient relative was a rapt enthusiast, bowing at the Calvin shrine. He exulted highly over the breach made in papal influence, by the desertion of a broad minded and high talented Jesuit from its hierarchy; and openly predicted the total destruction of the Propaganda, by the agency of this chieftain of truth," John Calvin the great."

Your great grandfather used to rehearse the acts of flaming zeal performed by his father, in defence of the reformation at its perilous dawn. How intently did your dear father listen to the recital of scenes, that preceded even the birth of his venerable kinsman; and my youthful ear was likewise attentive to the tale. Our indulgent grandfather was a welcome christian visiter, and devoted the holidays to his two darlings, Henri Ferdinand, and Marie La Blanc. We always entreated him

to repeat the account of the reformation; and he never failed to recite his father's retreat from the protestant faith; but not in your grandfather's presence. It appeared that Servetus' sad fate, gave an efficient blow to the heated zeal of our noble ancestor. His ardent partiality for Calvin was suddenly converted into decided enmity; and when the leader fell in his opinion, the reformation sunk in the fearful chasm.

My father was his idol; and he demanded him of his son at the age of seven years, to remain at the ancient family chateau in Berne, on the borders of Aar, till he should be fitted for his entrance to a public university. My grandfather was a man of very mild temper, quite the reverse of his own sire. He was a nominal papist by education; and at that period rather a Gallio in religious matters;-he loved state politics, and preferred public service to an independent retirement. He was the Landamman of Lucerne for many years; and readily resigned his only child to the care of his father, as the little boy's mother was in her grave.

I have thought many times, that your grand father's residence at Berne was the cause of our family miseries; but it is useless to dwell on that : I cannot but call it an unfortunate circumstance. To proceed, however, in my story-your great

grand-father was converted to the truth, just as his son entered upon his nineteenth year; and he soon wrote an account of his change to his father and child. The former was mad with disappointment; and the latter in no better state. He joined his grand-father in bitterly inveighing against heretics and damnable delusions, refusing to see his only surviving parent, and even called him a dog.

My great grandfather soon resolved on disinheriting his son; and was making preparations for this business, when a sudden fit of apolexy carried him out of time into vast eternity; leaving my father entirely dependant on his injured parent for support. The latter, however, was far from humbling himself at that time. He imagined that his grandfather's life was shortened by his son's departure from the holy catholic church; and he cursed John Calvin's day.

In a letter that he addressed to his pious father, he says: "The very sound of protestantism is abhorrent to my ear. It is coupled with Calvin, and that is in league with treachery black as hell.-I still hear the entreaties, the pleas, the dying groans of Servetus, and am deaf to every argument in favor of his betrayer. The cruel mandate of our magistrates, was the issue of his artful, and I VOL. 2.

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