"And what then?" replied he in a peevish accent, displeased at the joy that sparkled in her eyes.

"What then!" rejoined the mortified beauty; "only I-I never saw a review in my life."

"And I do not know that it signifies whether you ever see one or no," returned Lewellyn still more pettishly.

"I am of a different opinion," retorted Fanny; " and if you do not take me to see the review next week, I know who will-that's all :" and away she walked in all the dignity of conscious and offended

power.

Nor did she overrate her influence. Lewellyn's jealousy took alarm; he followed her immediately, and with a forced laugh told her that he knew as well as she did who would take her to the review. "Who?" angrily asked Fanny.

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Myself," replied her humbled swain, "and we will walk together to the heath

on which it is to be; it is, you know, only three miles off."

"Walk!" exclaimed Fanny; "walk! and be melted with heat, and our clothes covered with dust when we get there! No, indeed! fine figures we should be!"

"I should not like you the worse, Fanny; and I thought you went to see, and not to be seen," said Lewellyn. "However, just as you please; I suppose you have thought of some other

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way of going."

"O yes, we can borrow

your cousin John's cart and horse; Mary can drive me, and you can hire a pony and ride by the side of us."

Lewellyn with a deep sigh consented to the proposal, and even assisted Fanny to conquer Mary's aversion to perform her part of the plan.

"I hate war, and all that belongs to it," cried Mary: a review (as our curate used to say) is the rehearsal of the work of death, and soldiers are the actors. Be

lieve me, I shall have no pleasure if I go."

But you will give others pleasure by going," said Lewellyn; and Mary consented directly.

The important day arrived, and Fanny appeared at her aunt's window ready dressed long before the hour appointed for them to set off. "How beautiful she looks!" thought Lewellyn," and how smart she is! too smart for her situation: yet had she been dressed so to please me, I should not have cared for that; but she would not have taken such pains with her dress to please me!"

I doubt Lewellyn was only too much in the right; and that though she looked so handsome that he could not help gazing on her as they went along, at the hazard of riding against posts and carriages, this look had something so sad and reproachful, that Fanny, she knew not why, perhaps wished to avoid it; and when he ventured to say, "You would not have

made yourself so smart to walk alone with me, Fanny!" a self-accusing blush spread itself over her cheek, and for the first time in her life she wished herself less smart.

Eager, therefore, to change the subject of Lewellyn's thoughts, she asked Mary whence arose her extreme aversion to soldiers. "You must own the dress a very becoming one," she said.

"I can't think that dress becoming," replied Mary gravely, "which I have heard our curate say he thought the livery of blood."

"Bless me! how you talk, Mary!" replied Fanny" Well; but it is very strange that you should hate reviews, though you may battles."

"I hate all that belongs to war," said Mary.

"But if there were no wars there would be no soldiers and no parades," cried Fanny," and what a pity that would be! But why should you hate war ?"

"I will tell you," said Mary impatiently," and then I desire you to question me on this subject no more: My father was a soldier, my mother followed him to battle; I was born on a baggage-waggon, bred in the horrors of a camp, and at ten years old I saw my father brought home mangled and dying from the field, while my mother was breathing her last in the camp-fever. I remember it as if it was only yesterday," continued Mary, shuddering and deeply affected; and her volatile companion was awed into silence.

At length they arrived on the review ground; and Lewellyn, afraid lest the horse should be frightened at the firing, made them leave the cart, and then leaning on his arm they proceeded to the front of the ranks. But the crowd was soon so great that Fanny began to find she was not likely either to see or be seen, and was almost tempted to join Mary in regrets that she had given her