ght from motives of delicacy,
she continued to address him.

"There! dochthor, dear. Blessings on ye! That'll do for this time.
It's could I am! Stop it, dochthor! I've had enough! It's too good for
the likes of me. I fale betther, dochthor; I won't throuble ye more,
dochthor; many thanks to ye, dochthor! do ye hear? It's drowning I
am!"

By this time she had risen, and was standing ankle deep in water. As
the element was still rising, and the "dochthor" failed to make his
appearance, the poor woman climbed upon a stool, which was soon
insulated by the tide. From this she managed to escape in a large
bread trough, and ferried herself over to a shelf, where she lay in
comparative safety, watching the rising of the waters.

What would have been her fate, if she had remained alone, it is
impossible to say. After some time the noise of waters alarmed the
neighbors; they came to see what was the matter, and finally succeeded
in rescuing the tenant of the cellar from the threatened deluge. She
was comfortably cared for by a fellow-countrywoman, and a regular
dispensary physician sent for. Wonderful to relate, the shock of the
cold bath had accomplished one of those accidental cures, of which
many are recorded in the history of rheumatic disorders; and in a few
days, the sufferer was on her legs again. Furthermore, her sickness
had proved the means of interesting several benevolent individuals in
her fate, and by their assistance she was established in a little
shop, where she is making an honest penny, and laying by something
against a rainy day. This she all attributes to the "blissid wather,"
and, in her veneration for the element, has totally abjured whiskey,
and signed the pledge, an act which gives assurance of her future
fortune.

THE COSSACK.

CHAPTER I.

I'd give
The Ukraine back again to live
It o'er once more, and be a page,
The happy page, who was the lord
Of one soft heart and his own sword.

MAZEPPA.

Count Willnitz was striding to and fro in the old hall of his
ancestral castle, in the heart of Lithuania. Through the high and
narrow Gothic windows the light fell dimly into the cold apartment,
just glancing on the massive pillars, and bringing into faint relief
the dusty banners and old trophies of arms that hung along the walls,
for the wintry day was near its close. The count was a dark-browed,
stern-featured man. His col