terial consequences of time and stirring life. Oh! no! it is too true!" shrieked the wretched sufferer, as his eye glanced upon a desk which was on the table, and which had been given to him by the Marquess; "it is true! it is true! Murder! murder!" He foamed at the mouth, and sunk exhausted on his pillow.
But the human mind can master many sorrows, and after a desperate relapse, and another miraculous rally, Vivian Grey rose from his bed.
"My father! I fear that I shall live!"
"Hope, rather, my beloved."
"Oh! why should I hope!" and the sufferer's head sank upon his breast.
"Do not give way, my son; all will yet be well, and we shall all yet be happy," said the father, with streaming eyes.
"Happy! oh, not in this world, my father!"
"Vivian, my dearest, your mother visited you this morning, but you were asleep. She
