means remarkable for-but old ladies, like Margaret, are not in all instances alike discriminative.

They had been employed in this manner just before Miss Clare arrived at the cottage. The psalm they had been reading was the hundred and fourth-Margaret was naturally led by it into a discussion of the works of creation.

There had been thunder in the course of the day -an occasion of instruction which the old lady never let pass-she began—

"Thunder has a very awful sound-some say, God Almighty is angry whenever it thunders-that it is the voice of God speaking to us-for my part, I am not afraid of it—”

And in this manner the old lady was going on to particularise, as usual, its beneficial effects, in clearing the air, destroying of vermin, &c., when the entrance of Miss Clare put an end to her discourse.

Rosamund received her with respectful tenderness —and, taking her grandmother by the hand, said, with great sweetness, "Miss Clare is come to see you, grandmother."

"I beg pardon, lady-I cannot see you—but you are heartily welcome-is your brother with you, Miss Clare? I don't hear him."

"He could not come, madam, but he sends his

"You have an excellent brother, Miss Clarebut pray do us the honour to take some refreshment -Rosamund

And the old lady was going to give directions for a bottle of her currant wine-when Elinor, smiling, said "she was come to take a cup of tea with her, and expected to find no ceremony."

"After tea, I promise myself a walk with you, Rosamund, if your grandmother can spare you."Rosamund looked at her grandmother.

"O, for that matter, I should be sorry to debar the girl from any pleasure-I am sure its lonesome enough for her to be with me always—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 you know, that I have been left here alonesome of the neighbours will be dropping in by and bye-or, if not, I shall take no harm."

Rosamund had all the simple manners of a child, she kissed her grandmother, and looked happy.

All tea-time the old lady's discourse was little more than a panegyric on young Clare's good qualities. Elinor looked at her young friend, and

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 it— Rosamund 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.

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?"