e I have greater penetration than you dream of.
So he is not sick, but false; and his love for me is gone like a dream.
Well, well; but yet I have laid down my own plan of resignation. You
would not guess what it is? Come, guess; I will hear nothing further
till you guess."

He thought it was better to humor her, and replied in accordance with
the hope of I his father.

"Religion, my dear Jane, and reliance on God."

"That was my first plan; that was my plan in case the malady I suspected
had taken him from me--but what is my plan for his falsehood?"

"I cannot guess, dear Jane."

"Death, William. What consoler like death? what peace so calm as that of
the grave? Let the storm of life howl ever so loudly, go but six inches
beneath the clay of the church-yard and how still is all there!"

"Indeed, Jane, you distress yourself without cause; never trust me again
if Charles will not soon come home, and you and he be happy. Why,
my dear Jane, I thought you had more fortitude than to sink under a
calamity that has not yet reached you. Surely it will be time enough
when you find that Charles is false to take it so much to heart as you
do."

"That is a good and excellent advice, my dear William; but listen, and I
will give a far better one: never deceive your father; never prevaricate
with papa, and then you may rest satisfied that your heart will not be
crushed by such a calamity as that which has fallen upon me. I deceived
papa; and I am now the poor hopeless cast-away that you see me. Remember
that advice, William--keep it, and God will bless you."

William would have remonstrated with her at greater length, but he saw
that she was resolved to have no further conversation on the subject.
When it was closed she walked slowly and composedly out of the garden,
and immediately took her way to those favorite places among which she
was latterly in the habit of wandering. One of her expressions, however,
sunk upon his affectionate heart too deeply to permit him to rest under
the fearful apprehension which it generated. After musing for a little
he followed her with a pale face and a tearful eye, resolved to draw
from her, with as much tenderness as possible, the exact meaning which,
in her allusion to Osborne's falsehood, she had applied to death.

He found her sitting upon the bank of the river which we have already
described, and exactly opposite to the precise spot in the stream from
which Osborne had rescued Ariel. Th