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Christie listened, lifted up her hands, and crying: "Oh, what will I do? what will I do?" burst into a passion of grief. She put her apron over her head, and rocked herself, and sobbed bitterly. She was in this situation when Lord Ipsden, who was prowling about, examining the proportions of the boats, discovered her. "Some one in distress that was all in his way." "Madam!" said he.

She was my treasure, my consolation she was to be my wife, she would have cheered the road of life it is a desert now. I loved her I I " Here the poor fellow choked. Lord Ipsden turned round, and threw his pistol to Saunders, saying, "Catch that, Saunders."

You wi' your glass, could you no see yon man's drifting oot to sea?" "Hech!" cried the women, "he'll be drooned he'll be drooned!" "Yes; he'll be drooned!" cried Sandy, "if yon lassie does na come alongside him deevelich quick he's sair spent, I doot." Two spectators were now added to the scene, Mrs. Gatty and Lord Ipsden. Mrs. Gatty inquired what was the matter.

He made a faint hypocritical endeavor to moderate her eulogium; this gave matters an unexpected turn, Lady Barbara's eyes flashed defiance. "He did a man's duty, Barbara." "Ipsden, take care, you will make me hate you, if you detract from a deed you cannot emulate. This gentleman risked his own life to save others he is a hero! I should know him by his face the moment I saw him.

She was enthusiastic about poets; imagined their verse to be some sort of clew to their characters, and so on. She had other theories, which will be indicated by and by; at present it is enough to say that her mind was young, healthy, somewhat original, full of fire and faith, and empty of experience. Lord Ipsden loved her! it was easy to love her.

IT is said that opposite characters make a union happiest; and perhaps Lord Ipsden, diffident of himself, felt the value to him of a creature so different as Lady Barbara Sinclair; but the lady, for her part, was not so diffident of herself, nor was she in search of her opposite. On the contrary, she was waiting patiently to find just such a man as she was, or fancied herself, a woman.

"Did I not tell you? browner and more impudent; but tell me," said she, resuming her sly, satirical tone, "how is it that you, who used to be the pink of courtesy, dance and sing over the wreck of my fortunes?" "Because they are not wrecked." "I thought I told you my specie is gone down in the Tisbe." Ipsden. "But the Tisbe has not gone down." Lady Barb. "I tell you it is." Ipsden.

Alexander Liston," said a clear, smart voice, whose owner had mingled unobserved with the throng; "there are always men to answer such occasions; now, my lads, your boats have plenty of beam, and, well handled, should live in any sea; who volunteers with Alexander Liston and me?" The speaker was Lord Ipsden.

"To illustrate the inelegance of the inferior classes, two juvenile venders of the piscatory tribe were this day ushered in, and instantaneously, without the accustomed preliminaries, plunged into a familiar conversation with Lord Viscount Ipsden.

Lord Ipsden encountered Lady Barbara with Mr. , who had joined her upon the island. He found them discoursing, as usual, about the shams of the present day, and the sincerity of Cromwell and Mahomet, and he found himself de trop.