The young lady could not misapprehend the scope of this recitation, and could not avoid blushing. Meanwhile the jolting of the coach upon the rugged stones of Stamford awakened others of the company, and during the next two stages the conversation was more mixed and general. The parson continuing drowsy, the discourse was chiefly carried on by our hero and the young lady's father. In the course of their talk, Hamilton found that the gentleman's name was Mortimer, and that he had an estate in the North Riding of Yorkshire, to which his daughter and he were now proceeding. "Pray, sir," said Hamilton, "is not the name of the place Oak-*grove, near Northallerton?" "The same," replied Mr. Mortimer, with surprise. "Then you are the father of my most intimate friend: we were four years together at Cambridge." "What,
