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This information in no degree abated his anxiety. "Didn't she leave no word with you for me?" (said he to the coachman). No—"Don't you know where she went?"—No.—"Don't you think she'll come here this night?" I can't tell you, upon my word. Joe, with downcast looks and folded arms, measured the space across the yard with long and melancholy strides. He walked into the passage of the house, and marked the clock. He counted the hours as they rolled slow and heavy, but he saw not his mistress. It was now ten o'clock, but no Julia came.—Alas! alas! They are not the severest, but they are the most anxious moments the mind knows,