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October 22.—

With what a tortoise pace does time advance to the wretched! how dismal are those hours which are spent in reflecting on lost happiness! O Faulkland! how light was thy transgression, if we consider the consequences, compared to that which has driven me from my

home, and from my children! steeled my husband's heart against me, heaped infamy on my head, and loaded my mother's age with sorrow and remorse! All this is the fatal consequence of Mr. Arnold's breach of his marriage-vow: all this, and much more, I fear, that is to come.

We keep ourselves intirely concealed from the knowlege of all our acquaintance; not a mortal visits us, but, now-and-then, Miss Burchell; and I have never stirred out of doors but to church.