so richly
exhibited in her complexion that purple glow, the hue of which lies like
a visible charm upon the I cheek of youthful beauty.

Time, however, is the best philosopher, and our heroine found that ere
many weeks she could, with the exception of slight intervals, look back
upon the day of separation from Osborne, and forward to the expectation
of his return, with a calmness of spirit by no means unpleasing to one
who had placed such unlimited confidence in his affection. His first
letter soothed, relieved, transported her. Indeed, so completely was she
overcome on receiving it, that the moment it was placed in her hands,
her eyes seemed to have been changed into light, her limbs trembled with
the agitation of a happiness so intense; and she at length sank into an
ecstacy of joy, which was only relieved by a copious flood of tears.

For two years after this their correspondence was as regular as the
uncertain motions of a tourist could permit it. Jane appeared to be
happy, and she was so within the limits of an enjoyment, narrowed in
its character by the contingency arising from time and distance, and the
other probabilities of disappointment which a timid heart and a pensive
fancy will too often shape into certainty. Fits of musing and melancholy
she often had without any apparent cause, and when gently taken to task,
or remonstrated with concerning them, she had only replied by weeping,
or admitted that she could by no means account for her depression,
except by saying that she believed it to be a defect in the habit and
temper of her mind.

His tutor's letters, both to Charles's father and hers, were nearly as
welcome to Jane as his own. He, in fact, could say that for his pupil,
which his pupil's modesty would not permit him to say for himself. Oh!
how her heart glowed, and conscious pride sparkled in her eye, when
that worthy man described, the character of manly beauty which time
and travel had gradually given to his person! And when his progress
in knowledge and accomplishments, and the development of his taste and
judgment became the theme of his tutor's panegyric, she could not listen
without betraying the vehement enthusiasm of a passion, which absence
and time had only strengthened in her bosom.

These letters induced a series of sensations at once novel and
delightful, and such as were calculated to give zest to an attachment
thus left, to support itself, not from the presence of its object, but
fr