ew George loved her, and that love, even to an abandoned
woman (if she could know it sincere), was dearer to her than all else.
She learned, too, that high up on Anna's right arm, there was imprinted
in blue and red ink, two hearts and a broken anchor. And this tended
further to increase her anxiety. And while evolving all these things in
her mind, and contemplating the next best course to pursue, her parlor
is invaded by Mr. Snivel. He is no longer Mr. Soloman, nor Mr. Snivel.
He is the Hon. Mr. Snivel. It is curious to contemplate the character of
the men to whose name we attach this mark of distinction. "I know you
will pardon my seeming neglect, Madame," he says, grasping her hand
warmly, as a smile of exultation lights up his countenance. "The fact
is, we public men are so absorbed in the affairs of the nation, that we
have scarce a thought to give to affairs of a private nature. We have
elected our ticket. I was determined it should be so, if Jericho fell.
And, more than all, I am made an honorable, by the popular sentiment of
the people--"

"To be popular with the people, is truly an honor," interrupts the lady,
facetiously.

"Thank you--O, thank you, for the compliment," pursues our hero. "Now,
as to this unfortunate person you seek, knowing it was of little use to
search for her in our institutions of charity--one never can find out
anything about the wretches who get into them--I put the matter into the
hands of one of our day-police--a plaguey sharp fellow--and he set about
scenting her out. I gave him a large sum, and promised him more if
successful. Here, then, after a long and tedious search--I have no doubt
the fellow earned his money--is what he got from New York, this
morning." The Hon. Mr. Snivel, fixing his eye steadily upon her, hands
her a letter which reads thus:

"NEW YORK, _Dec. 14th, 18--_.

"Last night, while making search after a habitant of the Points, a odd
old chip what has wandered about here for some years, some think he has
bin a better sort of man once, I struck across the woman you want. She
is somewhere tucked away in a Cow Bay garret, and is awful crazy; I'll
keep me eye out till somethin' further. If her friends wants to give her
a lift out of this place, they'd better come and see me at once.

"Yours, as ever,
"M---- FITZGERALD."

Mr. Snivel ogles Madame Montford over the page of a book he affects to
read. "Guilt! deep and strong," he says within himself, as Madame, wi