fess, and that it is only one sin which has so changed you? One word,
and, tardy as it is, I will listen, and it I can, forgive."

Ellen made no answer, and Mrs. Hamilton's newly raised hopes vanished;
she waited full two or three minutes, then gently disengaged her hand
and dress from Ellen's still convulsive grasp; the door closed, with a
sullen, seemingly unwilling sound, and Ellen was alone. She remained in
the same posture, the same spot, till a vague, cold terror so took
possession of her, that the room seemed filled with ghostly shapes, and
all the articles of furniture suddenly transformed to things of life;
and springing up, with the wild, fleet step of fear, she paused not till
she found herself in her own room, where, flinging herself on her bed,
she buried her face on her pillow, to shut out every object--oh, how she
longed to shut out thought!

WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH

(1805-1882)

In the year 1881, at a commemorative dinner given to her native novelist
by the city of Manchester, it was announced that the public library
contained two hundred and fifty volumes of his works, which passed
through seven thousand six hundred and sixty hands annually, so that his
stories were read at the rate of twenty volumes a day throughout the
year. This exceptional prophet, who was thus not without honor in his
own country, was the son of a prosperous attorney, and was himself
destined to the bar. But he detested the law and he loved letters, and
before he was twenty he had helped to edit a paper, had written essays,
a story, and a play,--none of which, fortunately for him, survive,--and
had gone to London, ostensibly to read in a lawyer's office, and really
to spin his web of fiction whenever opportunity offered. Chance
connected the fortunes of young Ainsworth with periodical literature,
where most of his early work appeared. His first important tale was
'Rookwood,' published in 1834. This describes the fortunes of a family
of Yorkshire gentry in the last century; but its real interest lies in
an episode which includes certain experiences of the notorious
highwayman, Dick Turpin, and his furious ride to outrun the hue and cry.
Sporting England was enraptured with the dash and breathlessness of this
adventure, and the novelist's fame was established.

His second romance, 'Crichton,' appeared in 1836. The hero of this tale
is the brilliant Scottish gentleman whose handsome person, extraordinary
scholarship, gre