Volume V

t *>7 3A MARINE TALE,VHARLOrrE SMItK.FROM MARCHMONT.There often wanders one, whom better daysSaw better clad :A servant maid was she ; and fell in loveWith one who left her, went to sea> and died 1ND who ispoor Phoebe ?" enquired Akhea.*Poor unhappygirl!" replied Mrs. Moscly, "she is a god-child,Madam, of mine, andjlever any body met with greater misfortunesFor her station. Her poor brain is hurt by all she has gone through ;but she is very harmless* and sometimes her senses return again for atime. I am afraid^ poor creature! she is in one of her wanderingfitsnow, for she seidom comes at other times* Indeed, I have not seenher before these two months.,"Althea had no time to enquire farther as to the objeft that hadalready excited her pity, when a yoongwoman of one or two andtwenty, pale and thin, her dress clean but coarse, and without a hat,entered the room with a hurried step, and not seeming to observe,that Akhea was there, she came tip to the old woman, and, takingher hand, smiled, but it was a melancholy smile, then lookingsteadilyin her " face, said, I have got to you at 'last, my dear friendthey would have hindered me again, but 1 have stole away fromthem and ; you will let me stay with "you, will you not ?"" Yes, Pfocebe," said Dame " Mosely, ifyou will stay in thehouse> and not leave me without telli'ngwhere you are going to. Butthere is the young lady that used to send me so much help whenyou was here last."" The young lady !* cried the unhappy " girl,I am in the waythen, I am sorryI came, pray forgive me I ; did not know thelady was here. Pray be not angry, I will go home again -indeed Iwill." " No, no," interrupted Althea, " you shall stay here, Phoebe.1 am myself going presently ;and till I do, it will distress me if youdo not sit down and talk to your old friend just as you used to do."Phcebe looked at her with an unsteady yet expressive eye ;thenturning to Mrs. Mosely, she said, in a half whisper,She is likethe angelsI used to dream of once, when I had hopesof going amongthem, away from this bad world ;and Ithought they had just suchvoices."Dame Mosely again spoke to her.She heeded her not, -but fixingher eyes on the window, sighedas if her heart would breaki 1 hen,after a moment's pause,she turned quickly,and said,