It was a long, narrow vessel, with all her canvas spread, gleaming with a silvery whiteness in the moonlight. Slowly and with majestic motion she swept round towards Neptune Point and the mouth of the harbour. There was only the lightest wind, and the waves were breaking gently on the rocks at the base of the promontory鈥攁 night as calm and fair as June. You know very well where she died. At this moment a servant entered with a card, which Dr. Fewster took up carelessly, but as he looked at it his demeanour suddenly changed. I would judge so, from what you say, returned Oliver thoughtfully. During the winter of 1821-2, Mr John Austin, with whom at the time of my visit to France my father had but lately become acquainted, kindly allowed me to read Roman law with him. My father, notwithstanding his abhorrence of the chaos of barbarism called English Law, had turned his thoughts towards the bar as on the whole less ineligible for me than any other profession: and these readings with Mr Austin, who had made Bentham's best ideas his own, and added much to them from other sources and from his own mind, were not only a valuable introduction to legal studies, but an important portion of general education. With Mr Austin I read Heineccius on the Institutes, his Roman Antiquities, and part of his exposition of the Pandects; to which was added a considerable portion of Blackstone. It was at the commencement of these studies that my Gather, as a needful accompaniment to them, put into my hands Bentham's principal speculations, as interpreted to the Continent, and indeed to all the world, by Dumont, in the Trait茅 de L茅gislation. The reading of this book was an epoch in my life; one of the turning points in my mental history. Have you any notion yet what kind of life you are to lead after your marriage? I hope it will not be a roving life. Isola and I would like to have our sister near us. 未建站?重查 鈥業 gave no promise; I never said I would not speak to Mr. Larkins again,鈥?Edith said stoutly, although her eyes were brimming over with tears. But do you know the danger? asked the poor mother. "Do you know that her disease is contagious, and that you run the risk of taking it?" No, it won't. Oliver will have to bring it in yet. CHAPTER X. A LAWYER鈥橲 LETTER.