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OF LONDON. e! 31: world. There was near her a loadstone, whose Bros )power no heart could withstand. aK Miss Mary Trevour had just reached hereigh- i teenth year. She was beautiful, but of that frail — ethereal beauty which looks down upon you frem the canvas of Reynolds, or is not ‘unfrequently lecen through the window of an emblazoned equi. | page, and beneath the vaulted roof of Westmin- mster. Her complexticn was of such dazziing and : }transparent purity, that the azure of her tender = — - pand languideye tinged with biue its delicate lid, | )while the outline of every vein could be distinetly ‘traced on her polishedtemples. Her stature was tall and extremly slender; hair of light auburn fell over her cheeks, whieh: were sometimes tinged ‘With a rosy hue; her smile was that ontgushing of joy which curls the lips ofa child, bat in her 86ricus mood, a trembling line was traced from ‘each coruer of her” mouth, which gave to her features the expression of hauteus and disdain, Every grace, and accomplishment which the most finished education can give, had perfected a being whom nature had so eminentiy aderned. With all these charms of person and graces of mind, the daughter of Lord James was the undoubted heiress of thirty thousand pounds a years and °y the adoration which, in any circumstances, hel oa beauty alone would have commanded, w Boor creased by that tributes which is never’ from a magnificent dowery. 3 ae The individual who had distanced ail competi © ae tors, in the siruggle for her favour, was a young — gentleman of moderate fortune but of pr birth; - the gon of the late Count of Fife, ’ eecomicbooks:com\