the morning when letters are received from
the country; to wait near the door, and
then to follow the person who is sent by your
niece (as she tells you herself) to ask for
letters for S. J."

"You think that is better?" said Uncle
Joseph, secretly convinced that his own idea
was unquestionably the most ingenious of
the two. "Good! The least little word
that you say to me, madam, is a command
that I follow with all my heart." He took
the crumpled felt hat out of his pocket, and
advanced to say farewell, when Mr. Frankland
spoke to him again.

"If you find your niece well, and willing
to travel," said Leonard, "you will bring her
back to Truro at once? And you will let
us know when you are both at home
again?

"At once, sir," said Uncle Joseph. "To
both these questions, I say at once."

"If a week from this time passes,"
continued Leonard, "and we hear nothing from
you, we must conclude, then, either that some
unforeseen obstacle stands in the way of your
return, or that your fears on your niece's
account have been but too well founded,
and that she is not able to travel?"

"Yes, sir; so let it be. But I hope you
will hear from me before the week is out."

"O, so do I! most earnestly, most
anxiously! " said Rosamond. " You remember
my message?"

"I have got it here, every word of it," said
Uncle Joseph, touching his heart. He raised
the hand which Rosamond held out to him,
to his lips. "I shall try to thank you better
when I have come back," he said. "For all
your kindness to me and to my niece, God
bless you both, and keep you happy, till we
meet again." With these words, he hastened
to the door, waved his hand gaily with the
old crumpled hat in it, and went out.

"Dear, simple, warm-hearted old man!"
said Rosamond, as the door closed. " I
wanted to tell him everything, Lenny. Why
did you stop me?"

"My love, it is that very simplicity which
you admire, and which I admire, too, that
makes me cautious. At the first sound of
his voice I felt as warmly towards him as
you do; but the more I heard him talk, the
more convinced I became that it would be
rash to trust him, at first, for fear of his
disclosing too abruptly to your mother that we
know her secret. Our chance of winning her
confidence and obtaining an interview with
her, depends, I can see, upon our own tact in
dealing with her exaggerated suspicions and
her nervous fears. That good old man, with
the best and kindest intentions in the world,
might ruin everything. He will have done
all that we can hope for, and all that we can
wish, if he only succeeds in bringing her
back to Truro."

"But if he fails—if anything happens—if
she is really ill?"

"Let us wait till the week is over, Rosamond.
It will be time enough, then, to
decide what we shall do next."

CHIPS.

REVIVALS.

OUR readers, any more than ourselves, may
not believe any fact adduced in evidence of the
possibility of an old man's recovering the
strength and aspect of youth or maturity;
but such evidences were cited by learned men
with more than a half-belief little more than
a hundred years ago.

On the authority of Torquemada, it is
to be stated that the Admiral Don Fudriga
passed in his youth through a place
called La Rioja, where he saw a man
apparently fifty years old, who said that he
had been lacquey to the admiral's grandfather,
then long since dead. The admiral
did not believe him, but he gave evidence of
the truth of what he said, and bade the
admiral not doubt, inasmuch as his real age
was a hundred; but that, some years before,
a natural change had occurred in his body,
and all those faculties had been renewed in
him, by the decay of which infirmity is
caused.

Ferdinand Lopez is the authority for a
narrative of the same kind, which is even
more remarkable. In the year fifteen
hundred and sixty-six, when Nuñez de Lune was
viceroy in India, a man was brought to him
as a curiosity, of whom it could be proved by
"indisputable evidence" that he was three or
four hundred years of age. He remembered
when there were no people in the town which
he inhabited, though it was then one of the
chief towns of the East Indies. He had
recovered youth four times, the white hairs
falling away, and new teeth appearing upon
each occasion. He was a native of Bengal,
and was certain that he must have
had at one time and another, seven hundred
wives,—some of whom had died in marriage,
some had been divorced. His hair and
beard, when Nuñez saw him, were black;
but he had not very much beard. The viceroy
ordered his pulse to be felt by a physician,
and it was found to beat steadily and
strongly.

Valescus de Taranta—let us, by all means,
cite authorities—relates that there was an
abbess in the nunnery at Monviedra, who
reached the great age of a hundred, and was
then very infirm; but the lost powers of
nature unexpectedly flowed back into her.
Black hairs sprouted from her head, and the
white hairs were thrown off; all the teeth
returned into her mouth; wrinkles were lost
from her face; her bosom swelled, and she
became at last as fresh and lovely as she had
been at the age of thirty. Many flocked to
see this marvel, and no doubt paid for the