who will be kindly remembered in the absence of Miss Heartwell."

"Yes, Mr. Le Grande, I have some friends, a few, I trust, left
behind; but no one, not a soul, that can supply her place in my
affections. She has been more than a school-friend to me; she has
been a counsellor, a sister; one who above all others comprehends my
nature and sympathizes with and appreciates my character," said
Leah, warmly.

"Indeed, Miss Heartwell is to be envied in possessing so much of
your affection, and yet I think you speak unjustly in attributing to
her alone the heart of love and sympathy you do. Have I not told you
of my attachment and devotion to you? And do you still require other
protestations to confirm the sincerity of my confession?"

At these words-unwelcome words to Leah-she colored deeply, and
turning her dark, burning eyes full upon Emile, said:

"Mr. Le Grande, I pray you never let me hear you utter such a
sentiment as that again. We are friends, and, if you choose, may
always be; but, in all truthfulness I say it, more than friends we
can never be. I confess frankly that your society is very agreeable
to me, your manner fascinating, your style attractive; but I am a
Jewess of the strictest sect, and you a Christian, and not a strict
one; and these facts alone form an insurmountable barrier in the way
of our being more than friends. A great gulf lies between us, over
which even love cannot securely go. You cannot come to me, and I
dare not cross to you. It is dishonor to God and disobedience to
parents, to think of such a step. Mr. Le Grande, I beg you, forget
this passion you profess; crush it out if it exists, and remember