me up to be of SARVICE. Larry was telling us, this morning,
your honour's from Wales, and looking for mines in Ireland, and I heard
talk that there was one on our mountain--maybe, you'd be CUROUS to see,
and so I brought the best I could, but I'm no judge.'

'Nor I, neither,' thought Lord Colambre; but he thanked the young
man, and determined to avail himself of Larry's misconception or false
report; examined the stones very gravely, and said, 'This promises well.
Lapis caliminaris, schist, plum-pudding stone, rhomboidal, crystal,
blend, garrawachy,' and all the strange names he could think of,
jumbling them together at a venture.

'The LASE!--Is it?' cried the young man, with joy sparkling in his eyes,
as his mother held up the packet. 'Then all's safe! and he's an honest
man, and shame on me, that could suspect he meant us wrong. Lend me the
papers.'

He cracked the seals, and taking off the cover,--'It's the LASE, sure
enough. Shame on me!--But stay, where's the memorandum?'

'It's there, sure,' said his mother, 'where my lord's pencil writ it. I
don't read.--Grace, dear, look.'

The young man put it into her hands, and stood without power to utter a
syllable.

'It's not here! It's gone!--no sign of it.'

'Gracious Heaven! that can't be,' said the old woman, putting on her
spectacles; 'let me see--I remember the very spot.'

'It's taken away--it's rubbed clean out!--Oh, wasn't I fool? But who
could have thought he'd be the villain!' The young man seemed neither to
see nor hear; but to be absorbed in thought.

Grace, with her eyes fixed upon him, grew as pale as death--'He'll
go--he's gone.'

'She's gone!' cried Lord Colambre, and the mother just caught her in her
arms as she was falling.

'The chaise is ready, PLASE your honour,' said Larry, coming into the
room. 'Death! what's here?'

'Air!--she's coming to,' said the young man--'Take a drop of water, my
own Grace.'

'Young man, I, promise you,' cried Lord Colambre (speaking in the tone
of a master), striking the young man's shoulder, who was kneeling at
Grace's feet; but recollecting and restraining himself, he added, in a
quiet voice--'I promise you I shall never forget the hospitality I have
received in this house, and I am sorry to be obliged to leave you in
distress.'

These words uttered with difficulty, he hurried out of the house, and
into his carriage. 'Go back to them,' said he to the postillion; 'go
back and ask whether, if I should st