in Scotland.

Captain Sabre, who called on us next morning, was so delighted when he
understood that we were acquainted with his aunt, that he lamented he had
not happened to know it before, as he would, in that case, have met us
there. He is indeed very attentive, but I assure you that I feel no
particular interest about him; for although he is certainly a very
handsome young man, he is not such a genius as my brother, and has no
literary partialities. But literary accomplishments are, you know,
foreign to the military profession, and if the captain has not
distinguished himself by cutting up authors in the reviews, he has
acquired an honourable medal, by overcoming the enemies of the civilised
world at Waterloo.

To-night the playhouses open again, and we are going to the Oratorio, and
the captain goes with us, a circumstance which I am the more pleased at,
as we are strangers, and he will tell us the names of the performers. My
father made some scruple of consenting to be of the party; but when he
heard that an Oratorio was a concert of sacred music, he thought it would
be only a sinless deviation if he did, so he goes likewise. The captain,
therefore, takes an early dinner with us at five o'clock. Alas! to what
changes am I doomed,--that was the tea hour at the manse of Garnock. Oh,
when shall I revisit the primitive simplicities of my native scenes
again! But neither time nor distance, my dear Bell, can change the
affection with which I subscribe myself, ever affectionately, yours,

RACHEL PRINGLE.

At the conclusion of this letter, the countenance of Mrs. Glibbans was
evidently so darkened, that it daunted the company, like an eclipse of
the sun, when all nature is saddened. "What think you, Mr. Snodgrass,"
said that spirit-stricken lady,--"what think you of this dining on the
Lord's day,--this playing on the harp; the carnal Mozarting of that
ungodly family, with whom the corrupt human nature of our friends has
been chambering?" Mr. Snodgrass was at some loss for an answer, and
hesitated, but Miss Mally Glencairn relieved him from his embarrassment,
by remarking, that "the harp was a holy instrument," which somewhat
troubled the settled orthodoxy of Mrs. Glibbans's visage. "Had it been
an organ," said Mr. Snodgrass, dryly, "there might have been, perhaps,
more reason to doubt; but, as Miss Mally justly remarks, the harp has
been used from the