have convinced me do as you please with me. Inclination, no less than duty, makes your will my own-I have nothing left, but to obey."

CHAPTER XIII.

Nay, no thanks; I have only been induced to restore that which my conscience would not let me keep.

This was a man!

CUMBERLAND.

JULIUS CESAR.

PHILIP's great-uncle (who had, hitherto, been in possession of the titles and estates appertaining to the Neville family) accepted the invitation of the mistress of Ravenglass, and hastened thither with alacrity. She related the miraculous means by which Providence had, in it's bounty, thought fit to restore her lost son; and, when she presented our hero as that son, far from exhibiting the least symptom of discontent, the old man congratulated his niece on the recovery of a young man, who, if his intellectual accomplishments kept pace with his

exterior perfections, would be a representative no house need blush to acknowledge.

"Your good opinion of me is most flattering, and it shall be my aim never to forfeit it," replied Philip, with manly modesty. "The documents of my birth, my mother assures me, are incontestable; but, Heaven forbid I should enforce my right to the prejudice of one who has befriended my widow'd mother! It is not my intention, Sir, to deprive you of a title, which time must have made you consider your own; or of an estate, that, report says, you expend in acts of benevolence. Long may you live to enjoy them, both!

"Damn report, Sir !" retorted the old man. ." You should never believe more than half what you hear-and very often not so much. The devil a grain of benevolence there is in my whole composition-I only give what I can't make any use of, myself. It is not your intention to deprive me.' Upon my soul, Sir, you give me a very pretty sample of the obedience I am to expect, when you begin by prescribing rules

to me!

But I am your uncle, Sir, and will

have my own way. As to the title, and the paltry acres attach'd to it, they are your's -don't say a word to contradict me! and, if it were in your power to saddle me with 'em, I'd die to-morrow, on purpose to defeat your wishes for my long life. I would -so don't say another word. I'll make you happy-though I render you miserable by so doing."

My dear Sir," said Lady Neville, interfering, "you must excuse him; he spoke from his respect for you."

"Confound respect! I hate the word! 'tis a poor substitute for affection. The boy is mad; and, if he don't know his own interest, it becomes me to advise him. From this day, I renounce my coronet-it is a little too late in the day for me to feel any gratification in pomp and ostentation-so much the less merit in my cheerfully resigning them. I am turn'd seventy; and am not the youngest man of my yearsthanks to the gout, and a few other chronic diseases! As to your documents, keep them to yourself. Not all the vouchers, in the three kingdoms, would be half so con

vincing as your own face. It is the very picture of your father's-is n't it, niece!Hey! what the devil! Come, come; we must have no crying, now-no more allusions to the past. You have a glorious prospect before you-I can tell you that, young man. Come, come, niece, you must no longer bury yourself, here; but think of ushering your heir into the world as Earl Neville-whilst I (plain, but Honorable, Mr.) return to vegetate amongst my own cabbages. By the bye, Fortune has bestow'd on you a double title; as you are the indisputable heir of Ravenglass, also."

"Name it not, I do beseech you!" cried Lord Neville (for such we shall, in future, acknowledge Philip-calling his uncle Mr. Neville, agreeably to his request), "Never will I assume the title of the man who murder'd my father; never, but at the express command of this injured saint, (and he kiss'd his mother's hand) will I darken these walls, after I once take leave of them."

"In that, I think, you act becomingly.