as our endearing Scotch diminutives will be to others by and by.

King David Withers, who got his royal prefix partly because he was rich,
and partly because he wrote hymns occasionally, when he grew too old to
write love-poems, married the famous beauty before mentioned, Miss Judith
Pride, and the race came up again in vigor. Their son, Jeremy, took for
his first wife a delicate, melancholic girl, who matured into a sad-eyed
woman, and bore him two children, Malachi and Silence.

When she died, he mourned for her bitterly almost a year, and then put on
a ruffled shirt and went across the river to tell his grief to Miss
Virginia Wild, there residing. This lady was said to have a few drops of
genuine aboriginal blood in her veins; and it is certain that her cheek
had a little of the russet tinge which a Seckel pear shows on its warmest
cheek when it blushes.--Love shuts itself up in sympathy like a
knife-blade in its handle, and opens as easily. All the rest followed in
due order according to Nature's kindly programme.

Captain Charles Hazard, of the ship Orient Pearl, fell desperately in
love with the daughter of this second wife, married her, and carried her
to India, where their first and only child was born, and received the
name of Myrtle, as fitting her cradle in the tropics. So her earliest
impressions,--it would not be exact to call them recollections,--besides
the smiles of her father and mother, were of dusky faces, of loose white
raiment, of waving fans, of breezes perfumed with the sweet exhalations
of sandal-wood, of gorgeous flowers and glowing fruit, of shady verandas,
of gliding palanquins, and all the languid luxury of the South. The
pestilence which has its natural home in India, but has journeyed so far
from its birth place in these later years, took her father and mother
away, suddenly, in the very freshness of their early maturity. A