nce, pause and think over the breadless lips this
wasted gold would have fed! the joyless hearts it would have comforted!
You talk of repaying me: if the occasion offer, do so; if not--if we
never meet again, and you have it in your power, pay it for me to the
Poor! And now, farewell."

"Stay,--give me the name of my preserver! Mine is--"

"Hush! what matter names? This is a sacrifice we have both made
to honour. You will sooner recover your self-esteem (and without
self-esteem there is neither faith nor honour), when you think that
your family, your connections, are spared all association with your own
error; that I may hear them spoken of, that I may mix with them without
fancying that they owe me gratitude."

"Your own name then?" said Legard, deeply penetrated with the delicate
generosity of his benefactor.

"Tush!" muttered the stranger impatiently as he closed the door.

The next morning when he awoke Legard saw upon the table a small packet;
it contained a sum that exceeded the debt named.

On the envelope was written, "Remember the bond."

The stranger had already quitted Venice. He had not travelled through
the Italian cities under his own name, for he had just returned from the
solitudes of the East, and was not yet hardened to the publicity of the
gossip which in towns haunted by his countrymen attended a well-known
name; that given to Legard by the innkeeper, mutilated by Italian
pronunciation, the young man had never heard before, and soon forgot. He
paid his debts, and he scrupulously kept his word. The adventure of that
night went far, indeed, to reform and ennoble the mind and habits of
George Legard. Time passed, and he never met his benefactor, till in the
halls of Burleigh he recognized the stranger in Maltravers.

CHAPTER VII.

WHY value, then, that strength of mind they boast,
As often varying, and as often lost?

HAWKINS BROWNE (translated by SOAME JENYNS).

MALTRAVERS was lying at length, with his dogs around him, under a
beech-tree that threw its arms over one of the calm still pieces of
water that relieved the groves of Burleigh, when Colonel Legard spied
him from the bridle-road which led through the park to the house. The
colonel dismounted, threw the rein over his arm; and at the sound of the
hoofs Maltravers turned, saw the visitor, and rose. He held out his hand
to Legard, and immediately began talking of indifferent matters.

Legard was embarrassed; but his nature w