asserted that he possessed over her fortunes more favourably than heretofore.
Noontide had passed away when our traveller found himself in the neighbour, hood of his deceased uncle's habitation of Milnwood. It rose among glades and groves that were chequered with a thousand early recollections of joy and sorrow, and made upon Morton that mournful impression, soft and affecting, yet, withal, soothing, which the sensitive mind usually receives from a return to the haunts of childhood and early. youth, after having experienced the vicissitudes and tempests of public life. A strong desire came upon him to visit the house itself.
"Old Alison," he thought, "will not know me, more than the honest, couple whom I saw yesterday. I may indulge my curiosity, and proceed on my journey, with out her having any knowledge of my existence. I think they said my uncle had bequeathed to her my family mansion—Well—be it so. I have enough to sorrow for,
