ture as by culture,—the lustre of those unsullied morals, and depth of thought, originating in a noble, reflective, and elevated mind. He could no longer resist the inclination to solicit Oriana's skill in striking the harp he saw before him, with which she graciously complied, and the soul of Valpée vibrated responsive to each melting sound which was expiring in the last breath of song, when Sir Howard Sinclair was announced, introducing a friend by the name of Mr. Melliphant.
The former being known to Valpée, and being in the habit of meeting in the circles they frequented, entered into some short conversation; after which, conducting Melliphant to Rosilia, Sir Howard told her that he was a great amateur, if not connoisseur in painting, and that, with her permission, he would take the liberty of unfolding her portfolio, which remained closed upon an adjoining table. With an apparent humility of mien, Mr. Melliphant renounced his pretensions to such unequivocal praise, when some specimens of Rosilia's performances being laid before him, he selected from the group one which immediately struck him as a likeness of the fair artist herself, notwithstanding it seemed designed for a representation of Thomson's young Lavinia.
While gazing on it, his countenance betrayed the strongest feeling, and turning his eye upon Rosilia, he found the features similar, though she had somewhat failed in the expression. The countenance was more brilliant than touching, and did not convey to
