reader's fancy might easily have supplied the omission-old ladies of Margaret's stamp (God bless them)

d, and fortified with silver at the edges. Out of this book it was their

d say all the Psalter by heart, and a good part of the Bible besides. She would not unfrequently put the girl right when she stumbled or skipped. This Marga

he cottage. The psalm they had been reading was the hundred and fourth-Ma

the day-an occasion of instruction whi

is angry whenever it thunders-that it is the voice of

ual, its beneficial effects, in clearing the air, destroying of verm

taking her grandmother by the hand, said, with great s

you are heartily welcome-is your brother

, madam, but he se

ss Clare-but pray do us the honor

her currant wine-when Elinor, smiling, said "she was come to

ou, Rosamund, if your grandmother can spar

lways-and if Miss Clare will take you out, child, I shall do very well by myself till you return-it will not be the first time, y

nners of a child-she kissed he

looked at her young friend, and smiled. Rosamund was beginning to look grave-but there was a cordial sunshine i

dmother ever go

ond the door sometimes-but I walk very badly-I love best to sit in our little arbour, when the sun shines-I can yet feel it warm and che

en you, madam, at our house. I don't know whether we could not make room for you to come and live with us-w

epting an obligation from a worthy person-there was a delicacy in Miss Clare's manner-she could have no in

helter when we had no home-we have praised God in it-and, while life rema

as long as I live;"-and t

I am dead and gone, I shall want no better accommodation while I l

osamund prepare for her walk. The girl put on her white silk bonn

l Rosamund's favourite haunts-through many a sunny field-by secret glade

great tenderness of his sister-she was now rambling, arm in arm, with t

nder recollection, a conversation perhaps, or some chaste endearment. Life, and a new scene

st of them, by the passing scene-and they betrayed, all of them, the liveliness of present impulse:-her conversation did not c

they talke

ill sit with her, and hear her stories, and read to her, and try to divert he

und, that the old lady d

ll her ways, and I can humour her, and please her, and I ought

was late, and Rosamund began to be apprehensive ab

somewhat impatient-old ladies, good old ladies, will be so at ti

the distribution of her meals, and sundry other particulars, she resembled th

nor having made Margaret promise to give Ros