ad contained what he held most dear on earth; but one evening he called with Mr. Stokes. The good rector might have had his own r

he could do anything for the old lady in the next town, where he was going, sometimes for one thing, sometimes for another, but alway

e over to Lothery, the next post town, and that Miss Rose was out. The servant (ever since Helen's marriage, Mrs. Myles had thought it due to he

Abbeyweld, when he saw her seated under a tree (where heroines are surely found at some period or othe

Rose, frankly, "i

all her poor?

ll; and I am going to

o suddenly-so soon

not attribute Edward's agitation to any other cause than his anx

e, within five yards of where we stand-that she first-. But where's the use of thinking of that, or any thing else," he exclaimed with a sudden burst of passion, "

ld monosyllable had entered his heart; "Sir, my cousin Helen did not lie in wait; a woman's beauty may be called a snare, if you please, but it is not on

ttered. If he could but have known how devoutly the poor fond beating heart loved him at that moment, he would, rustic though he was, have fallen at her feet, and entreated her forgiveness. Doubtless it was better as it was, for if men could see into women's hearts, I very much fear their r

of how I grieve; and remember, believe me, I take good care to pr

" They walked on together until they arrived wit

are. I must wish you good-night. Good-b

ciously, as men do who have been once deceived; and I have seen no trace of unwomanly ambition in you; I little thought you woul

ou Helen

rim-a

e has been a mother,

en-could it be possible-that his feelings had been excited not by the remembrance of Helen, but the thought of her own depa

nswered tersely, "I

Rose; "but you are out of sorts to-night, and will be sorry bef

r hand, without one kind word, one sign of love, Edwar

ottoman, which every country visitor invariably tumbled over, stood exactly in front of the old seat. Upon this Rose flung herself, and, covering her face with her hands, bent down her head upon the stately seat. Her sobs were no

-dear

th love for Helen, he had not truly felt her value until the idea of losing her for ever came upon him; that then he indeed felt as though all hope of happiness was to be taken away for ever-felt that he should lose a friend, one on whose principles and truth he could rely-felt that in her his all was concentrated. It is only those who, having loved long and hopelessly for

, or some one may see her? She certainly is a very pretty, modest-looking girl; and I have heard say that modest-looking girls are sometimes greatly admired among the grandees in fashionable places, because of their rarity. I shall certainly show the cold shoulder to Edward Lynne the next time he comes, and give him a hint as to the expectations I have for Rose. I must not suffer the poor child to throw herself away-oh no!-oh no! Edward Lynne is a very nice young man certainly; and if Rose had not been going to London"- She opened the parlour door as she so reasoned; and the peculiar expression which passed over the countenances of both, convinced her that every thing was proceeding in opposition to her "prudential motives." Edward frankly expounded all, to her entire dissatisfaction. "She did not," she said, "at all approve of engagements; she would not sanction any engagement except at the altar; she thought Mr. Lynne (Mr. Lynne! she had never in her life before called him any thing but "Ned") she thought he ought to have spoken to her first as became a gentleman." And Edward, provoked beyond bearing at what always upstirs a no

resence; and though Rose wept and knelt at her feet, she refused to be pacified, declaring that if it had not been for the rheumatism, she would herself act as nurse to Helen, and not suffer so low-minded a creature

hey do not say much, considering how highly bred they are. I have listened throughout an entire morning (a fashionable morning, Edward, does not begin until three o'clock in the afternoon), and really could not remember a single observation made by a drawing-room full of ladies. We could not talk ten minutes with dear Mr. Stokes, without hearing something that we could not help remembering all the days of our lives. It is wonderful how superior Helen is (I am not afraid to tell you so) to every one around her; there is a natural loftiness of mind and manner visible in her every movement, that carries off her want of those pretty accomplishments which the ladies value so highly. And then she is so beautiful, and her husband is so proud of having the handsomest woman in London for his wife; and one artist begs to model her ear, another her hand-you cannot think how fair and soft and 'do-nothing' it loo