application she was old enough to have made herself, but her grandmother still continued to treat her, in many respects, as a child,

ad brought a present of peaches

and in a respectful tone of voice, as though he were a

cough was less troublesome a-nights, but she had not yet got rid of it, and probably she n

tender look at the girl, who had all this time been silent, took leav

, the old lady b

n my heart to forbid him. But, Rosamund, girl, I must tell you beforehand; when you grow older, Mr. Clare must be no companion for you-while you were both so young, it was all very well-but the time is coming, when folks will think harm of it, if a ric

unheard and unheeded, when it occurred to her, t

d, which was not till a few minutes after Margaret had made an end of her fine harangue, it is certain her cheeks did

, it was lucky for Rosamund that she was so, or

likely, a young maid of fourteen would fall in love without aski

am disposed to communicate

ks, not to go near a certain spot, which was dangerous from the circumstance of a huge overgro

ity, we know, is older than the flood-let us not think

idden chasm-her foot slipped-she was not killed-but it was by a mercy she escaped-other bra

d times, and what a blessing it was they two found a shelter in their little cottage, and in conclusion told R

mind, she felt she did not deserve all this from Margaret, and at last burst into a fit

ent near that na

had a delicate moral sense, which would not suffer her to take advantage of her grandmother, to decei

llect of Rosamund, and, now I

are so-but if these minuti? my reader better acquaint

ice in the selection, than any of those pretty wild flowers, which this young maid, this virtuous Rosamun

g, and would often employ her talent in m

s. She had taken great pains with it, given much time to it, and it was nearly finished. For whose particular in

d, and left her landscape on the tabl

argaret, in her absence, had laid violent hands on it; not knowing what it was, but taking it for some waste pa

but said not a word. She knew the poor soul would only fret, if she told her of it,-and when

e same size and subject; and Margaret, to her dying day,