smiled. Rosamund was beginning to look gravebut there was a cordial sunshine in the face of Elinor, before which any clouds of reserve that had been gathering on Rosamund's soon brake

away.

"Does your grandmother ever go out, Rosamund ?"

Margaret prevented the girl's reply, by saying "My dear young lady, I am an old woman, and very infirm-Rosamund takes me a few paces beyond 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 cheerful-and if I lose the beauties of the season, I shall be very happy if you and Rosamund can take delight in this fine summer evening.”

"I shall want to rob you of Rosamund's company now and then, if we like one another. I had hoped to have seen you, madam, at our house. I don't know whether we could not make room for you to come and live with us-what say you to it? Allan would be proud to tend you, I am sure; and Rosamund and I should be nice company."

Margaret was all unused to such kindnesses, and wept-Margaret had a great spirit—yet she was not above accepting an obligation from a worthy

person-there was a delicacy in Miss Clare's manner-she could have no interest, but pure goodness, to induce her to make the offer-at length the old lady spake from a full heart.

"Miss Clare, this little cottage received us in our distress-it gave us shelter when we had no home-we have praised God in it-and, while life remains, I think I shall never part from itRosamund does everything for me-"

"And will do, grandmother, as long as I live;" --and then Rosamund fell a crying.

"You are a good girl, Rosamund, and if you do but find friends when I am dead and gone, I shall want no better accommodation while I live-but, God bless you, lady, a thousand times, for your kind offer."

Elinor was moved to tears, and, affecting a sprightliness, bade Rosamund prepare for her walk. The girl put on her white silk bonnet; and Elinor thought she never beheld so lovely a

creature.

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They took leave of Margaret, and walked out together they rambled over all Rosamund's favourite haunts-through many a sunny field-by secret glade or woodwalk, where the girl had wandered so often with her beloved Clare.

Who now so happy as Rosamund? She had ofttimes heard Allan speak with great tenderness of his sister-she was now rambling, arm in arm, with that very sister, the "vaunted sister" of her friend, her beloved Clare.

Not a tree, not a bush, scarce a wild flower in their path, but revived in Rosamund some tender recollection, a conversation perhaps, or some chaste endearment. Life, and a new scene of things, were now opening before her-she was got into a fairy land of uncertain existence.

Rosamund was too happy to talk much-but Elinor was delighted with her when she did talk : -the girl's remarks were suggested, most of them, by the passing scene-and they betrayed, all of them, the liveliness of present impulse :-her conversation did not consist in a comparison of vapid feeling, an interchange of sentiment lip-deep-it had all the freshness of young sensation in it.

Sometimes they talked of Allan.

"Allan is very good," said Rosamund, "very good indeed to my grandmother-he will sit with her, and hear her stories, and read to her, and try to divert her a hundred ways. I wonder sometimes he is not tired. She talks him to death !”

"Then you confess, Rosamund, that the old lady does tire you sometimes?"

"O no I did not mean that-it's very differentI am used to all her ways, and I can humour her, and please her, and I ought to do it, for she is the only friend I ever had in the world."

The new friends did not conclude their walk till it was late, and Rosamund began to be apprehensive about the old lady, who had been all this time alone.

On their return to the cottage, they found that Margaret had been somewhat impatient-old ladies, good old ladies, will be so at times-age is timorous and suspicious of danger, where no danger is.

Besides, it was Margaret's bed-time, for she kept very good hours-indeed, in the distribution of her meals, and sundry other particulars, she resembled the livers in the antique world, more than might well beseem a creature of this.

So the new friends parted for that night-Elinor having made Margaret promise to give Rosamund leave to come and see her the next day.

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CHAPTER VII.

MISS CLARE, we may be sure, made her brother very happy, when she told him of the engagement she had made for the morrow, and how delighted she had been with his handsome friend.

Allan, I believe, got little sleep that night. I know not whether joy be not a more troublesome bed-fellow than grief-hope keeps a body very wakeful, I know.

Elinor Clare was the best good creature-the least selfish human being I ever knew-always at work for other people's good, planning other people's happiness-continually forgetful to consult for her own personal gratifications, except indirectly, in the welfare of another-while her parents lived, the most attentive of daughters-since they died, the kindest of sisters-I never knew but one like her.

It happens that I have some of this young lady's letters in my possession-I shall present my reader with one of them. It was written a short time