ledging an error, but her conduct showed that she was sensible of it. Even towards Lady Llewellen she was kind in her manners, to her nieces, particularly Gwenthlean, who had never offended her, almost affectionate. When they all accompanied her to her room, she burst into tears, saying that it was too much for her to return to Plas Llewellen. Lady Lewellen wept with her, and for once, sympathy of feeling united the sisters-in-law, and the past was forgotten.

Meanwhile Colonel Llewellen and Herbert were alone for a short time, and the latter could no longer forbear expressing his deep gratitude and entreaty for an explanation. The good Colonel held his nephew by the hand, and looking earnestly at him, told him that he was the image of his father. Then followed a pithy speech, something to this effect.

"When I first saw you at Glanheathyn, I saw a likeness to my poor, dear brother.

When

I could not make it out. I liked you: I liked Gwenthlean. I asked Mr. Lloyd about you, and he told me your history. I pondered it over, and it suddenly flashed upon me, that my brother must have married. Upon further enquiry, and comparing dates, I discovered that you were my nephew. The reason of my not knowing of your existence was a sad one. I came home from India the first time, Herbert and I had a quarrel about a girl for whom I had a fancy. I imaginedfalsely I am sure that he was trying to supplant me, and he left for his regiment in anger. The girl was a flirt, and married a man who had more money than either of us, just before I left England, for India. I took care never to have anything to say to any woman again. This was why Herbert did not write to me about his marriage-When I heard of his death, my grief and remorse were indescribable -I would not tell you that I was your uncle, until I saw whether you and Gwenth

lean would marry for love, and be content with the prospect of a Welsh Parsonage. I am glad to find that you were both above all mercenary considerations-may you be happy. David has told you the business part of the story. As to the title, I mean to claim it on your account. I should I should say, have claimed it—and shall have the honour of being Sir Alfred Llewellen in a short time. I like to think that the old Baronetcy and the old place, will descend together to the old family, and that Gwenthlean will resume her proper position, as heiress of the estate-Now all I have to say, is this, that I hate blarney. You must not be for ever thanking me. I shall live amongst you, and be happy. I love you all as if you were my own children. Look upon me as your father, and may God bless you."

Here the Colonel ceased, and wringing his nephew's hand, left the room.

That night Lady Llewellen and her

children knelt together in her own unchanged apartment. Humbly and earnestly they blessed their Heavenly Father for restoring them to the house of their forefathers, and fervently they prayed to be enabled to bear the sunshine of prosperity with meek hearts, as they had been taught to endure the heavy clouds of adversity.

CONCLUSION.

"They were married, had children, and lived very happily, all the rest of their lives."

Old Story Book.

I do not see why I should not follow the example of my elders and betters in the story-telling line, and make my readers acquainted with what has befallen my heroes and heroines from the wedding-day up to the present period. It will be tedious, prosy, and unfashionable; dull and unprofitable, those readers say. Never mind, I will risk it, and let all that hate commonplaces, put down the book, and have recourse to imagination.