I would wound your affection by unkindness;
but indeed, indeed, I cannot hear you speak of Tyrrel without agony."

"Rise, daughter," said Lindsay, almost lifting her up, "I do not chide
you for your repugnance to Tyrrel. You mistake me if you think I would
dictate to your affections: my grief has a deeper source. This Arthur
Butler"--

"Spare that name, father?" interrupted Mildred, retiring to a seat near
the window and covering her face with her hands.

"Curse him!" exclaimed Lindsay. "May all the plagues that torment the
human bosom fall upon him! Mark me, daughter, I trust I am not an
unreasonable father; I know I am not an unkind one; there are few
requests that you could make which I would not freely grant. But to hear
with patience the name of that man on your lips, to think of him as
allied to you by any sympathy, as sharing any portion of your
esteem--him, a rebel traitor who has raised his sacrilegious hand
against his king, who has sold his name to infamy, who has contributed
to fill these peaceful provinces with discord, and to subvert the
happiness of this land, which heaven had appointed to be an asylum where
man, disgusted with the lusts, rapine, and murder of his fellow, might
betake himself as a child to the bosom of his parent--I cannot endure
the thought of him! Never again, Mildred, I charge you, never allude to
him again!"

"If I could but tell you all!" interrupted Mildred, sobbing, "if I could
but patiently have your hearing."

"Never a word of him! as you desire to preserve my affection, I will not
hear. Get to your chamber," said Lindsay, almost sternly. "Get to your
chamber, this perverse and resolute temper of thine, needs the restraint
of solitude."

Mildred rose from her chair and moved towards the door, and as she was
about to depart she turned her weeping countenance towards her father.

"Come hither," he said, "thou art a foolish girl, and would bring down
wretchedness and woe upon thee. God forgive you, from the bottom of my
heart, I forgive you. This thing is not of your own imagining: some
malignant spirit has spread his baleful wing above our house. Go,
child, forget what has been said, and believe that your father buffets
thus harshly with fate for your own welfare. Kiss me, and may heaven
shield you against this impending ill!"

"Dear father, hear me," said Mildred, as Lindsay imprinted a kiss upon
her forehead.

"Away, away!" interrupted Lindsay, "I would be temperate no