SUSAN GRAY 108

their laughter is the heart sad. But to return
to my story.

My mistress, as I said before, busied herself
very much to get tea ready, and, when she had
filled a tea-cup, she called me to her, for I had
not as yet moved from my chair; and, bidding
me wipe away my tears, which still, in spite
of all I could do, continued to run down my
cheeks, she placed a waiter i: my hand, and or-
dered me to carry the tea to the Captain, giv-
ing mea look at the same time, as a signal to
cheer up, and not look so downcast.

I trembled so, that I thought I should have
dropped the waiter; and when I offered the tea
to the Captain, which I did, making a courtesy
at the same time, the tears again came into my
eyes, and ran down my cheeks.

He lifted his eyes from the ground, and look-
ed up to me with such a look of bitter grief as
I never saw before. I offered him the tea: he
‘yok the waiter from me, and, placing it on the
iable, suddenly seized hold of both my hands,
and said, “* Susan, my dear Susan, I love you,
and I think that you love me; why should not
we live together? I will marry you, 1 am re-
solved I will, in spite of my father, in spite of
all the world.” .

Then he swore, and called his Maker to wit-
ness to the truth of all he said.

GO! most honoured Sir, (said Susan Gray,)
what will you think of me when J tell you that
{ did not try to get away from the Captain, but
that J listened to him for a long while. I for-
got, at that moment, to apply to God for help;