Think not, my sweet pupil, if so I may call you, that I wish to shackle that liberty you adorn while you assume: but which, if not greater, as you rightly observe, than that possessed by the Roman women, must, at least be accompanied by great circumspection, when arrogated by one unmarried. Continue to draw crowds of the gay, the brilliant, the wise themselves, to your feet continue to charm them with the conversation of an Aspasia, the music of an Erinna but reflect, at least, on those censorious tongues which can so easily blight the tender reputation of a maiden; and while you provoke admiration, give, I beseech you, no victory to envy.

" What mean you, Arbaces?" said Ione, in an alarmed and trembling voice; "I know you are my friend, that you desire only my honor and my welfare. What is it you would say?"

Your friend ah, how sincerely! May I speak then as a friend, without reserve and without offense?"

" I beseech you, do so."

" This young profligate, this Glaucus, how didst thou know him? Hast thou seen him often?" And as Arbaces spoke, he fixed his gaze steadfastly upon Ione, as if he sought to penetrate into her soul.

Recoiling before that gaze, with a strange fear which she could not explain, the Neapolitan answered with confusion and hesitation: "He was brought to my house as a countryman of my father's, and I may say of mine. I have known him only within this last week or so; but why these questions?"

"Forgive me," said Arbaces; I thought you might have know, him longer. Base insinuator that he is!"

" How! what mean you? Why that term?"

" It matters not: let me not rouse your indignation against one who does not deserve so grave an honor."

"I implore you, speak. What has Glaucus insinuated ? or rather, in what do you suppose he has offended?"

Smothering his resentment at the last part of Ione's question, Arbaces continued : " You know his pursuits, his companions, his habits; the comissatio and the alea (the revel and the dice) make his occupation and among the associates of vice, how can he dream of virtue?"

Still you speak riddles. By the gods, I entreat you, say the worst at once."

" Well, then, it must be so. Know, my Ione, that it was but yesterday that Glaucus boasted openly yes, in the public baths, of your love to him. He said it amused him to take advantage of it. Nay, I will do him justice, he praised your beauty. Who could deny it? But he laughed scornfully when his Clodius, or his Lepidus; asked him if he loved you enough for marriage, and when he purposed to adorn his door-posts with flowers."

"Impossible! How heard you this base slander?"

Nay, would you have me relate you all the comments of the insolent coxcombs with which the story has circled through the town? Be assured that I myself disbelieved at first, and that I have now painfully been convinced by several ear-witnesses of the truth of what I have reluctantly told thee."

Ione sank back, and her face was whiter than the pillar against which she leaned for support.

I own it vexed it irritated me, to hear your name thus lightly pitched from lip to lip, like some mere dancing-girl's fame. I hastened this morning to seek and to warn you. I found Glaucus here. I was stung from my self-possession. I could not conceal my feelings; nay, I was uncourteous in thy presence. Canst thou forgive thy friend, Ione?"

Ione placed her hand in his, but replied not.

"Think no more of this," said he; "but let it be a warning voice, to tell thee how much prudence thy lot requires. It cannot hurt thee, Ione, for a moment; for a gay thing like this could never be honored by even a serious thought from Ione. These insults only wound when they come from one we love; far different is he indeed whom the lofty Ione shall stoop to love."

Love!"muttered Ione, with an hysterical laugh. " Ay, indeed.

It is not without interest to observe in those remote times, and under a social system so widely different from the modern, the same small causes that raffle and interrupt the course of love," which operate so commonly at this day the same inventive jealousy, the same cunning slander, the same crafty and fabricated retailings of petty gossip, which so often now suffice to break the ties of the truest love, and counteract the tenor of circumstances most apparently propitious. When the bark sails on over the smoothest wave, the fable tells us of the diminutive fish that can cling to the keel and arrest its progress. So is it ever with the great passions of mankind; and we should paint life but ill, if, even in times the most prodigal of romance, and of the romance of which we most largely avail ourselves, we did not also describe the mechanism of those trivial and household springs of mischief which we see every day at work in our chambers and at our hearths. It is in these, the lesser intrigues of life, that we mostly find ourselves at home with the past.

Most cunningly had the Egyptian appealed to Ione's ruling foible most dexterously had he applied the poisoned dart to her pride. He fancied he had arrested what he hoped, from the shortness of the time she had known Glaucus was, at most, but an incipient fancy; and hastening to change the subject, he now led her to talk of her. Their conversation did not last long. He left her, resolved not again to trust so much to absence, but to visit to watch her every day.

No sooner had his shadow glided from her presence, than woman's pride her sex's dissimulation deserted his intended victim, and the haughty Ione burst into passionate tears.