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 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Chapter I
 Chapter II
 Chapter III
 Chapter IV
 Chapter V
 Chapter VI
 Chapter VII
 Chapter VIII
 Chapter IX
 Chapter X
 Chapter XI
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Frontispiece
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Chapter I
        Page 5
        Page 6
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        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Chapter II
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Chapter III
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
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    Chapter IV
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    Chapter V
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    Chapter VI
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    Chapter VII
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    Chapter VIII
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    Chapter IX
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    Chapter X
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    Chapter XI
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    Back Cover
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    Spine
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CHAPTER I.
ONE morning, Rosa Evelyn was playing with
her doll in the parlour, where her mother was
writing a letter. This letter was intended
to reach a dear friend, who was about to
travel for her health, before she should leave
home; consequently, Mrs. Evelyn did not
wish to be interrupted. But with the little
restless child beside her it was hardly to be
expected that she would enjoy ten minutes'
continued quietness. Presently, Rosa came
to have her doll's sash tied; and when that
was done for her, she wanted a piece of crim-
son silk which had been promised her for a
doll's shawl: and Mrs. Evelyn was obliged
to leave her writing-desk, and look in her
work-basket for it.
"Now, Rosa dear," she said, as she gave
it to her, sit down and play quietly by your-
self, because I am very busy."
Rosa took the silk, and endeavoured to
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6 ROSA'S CHILDHOOD.
adjust it as fashionably as she could on the
doll's shoulders; but as soon as this was ar-
ranged to her satisfaction, the doll was cast
aside, and "mother" was appealed to for some
new source of amusement.
Mother! I want my Noah's ark; will you
give me my Noah's ark, mother ?"
It is up-stairs, my dear. You cannot have
it now, but I will get it for you presently.
Here is your new picture-book, look at that
for a little while; there is a pretty story in it
just at the beginning."
"But I do not want to read now," said
Rosa, pushing the book away from her. Can
you not get me the Noah's ark, mother?"
Mrs. Evelyn saw that there would be no
peace until the plaything was brought, so she
laid down her pen once more, and brought
the Noah's ark; and when her little girl, in
return, threw her arms around her neck and
kissed her, and called her "her own dear
mother," the fond mother felt compensated for
her trouble.
Rosa then busied herself with arranging
the various figures in little rows and groups;
and although her loud exclamations of de-
light when some happened to fall, and her
sudden shakes of the table, were not- very
agreeable accompaniments to her mother's
letter-writing, yet Mrs. Evelyn bore them
patiently, because she did not wish to l-e"
her ohild's mirth. In a few minute the





losA' OcIabanON
Neah's ark had ceased to interest the lIte
g, because her mother could not play wit
eand help her to set up the pieces. It is
true Ross saw that her mother was writing,
and did not wish to be disturbed; but the idea
of accommodating herself to another person's
employment never entered into her little head:
so she got down from her seat, and began to
fidget about Mrs. Evelyn's chair.
"Mother! may I go and play in the garden
now ?" was the third interruption to Mn.
Evelyn's letter.
"No, my love, not this morning. The ground
is so damp, it would give you a cold.'"
But I want to see if my flowers haveooW
out. Do let me go, mother. I will ot gsay
long," persisted the child. .
Mrs. Evelyn had suicient irmn~id to a
peat her refusl, for she was really afraid to'
let the child go out, as her health a very'
delicate. Rose was not accustomed to be ep-
posed in he little plans; and a she set down
slowly and sullenly on her little stoo, the
tear filled her eyes, ad she exclaimed in a
reproachful tone, "I am sure the groud world
not hurt me; and I have got nothing to piW:
with here." .
Well, run and see whether anwes '
find something to amuse you. Ask hlLt
your paint-box, and then you can paint
picture for your father."
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8 OlA'S CaHILDHOOD.
thlUy; "and I want to go and look at my
powers."
Mrs. Evelyn could not bear to see a cloud
on the bright, smiling face of her little girl;
so she wiped away her tears, and said, "Do
not cry, dear Rosa; you shall walk in the
garden and see your flowers when it is warm,
but you will stay with mother now, and have
some nice cake."
The sight of the cake quickly recalled
Boys' good humour; and as Mrs. Evelyn
now put away the unfinished letter, and talked
to her and amused her, she felt quite happy.
Such scenes as these were of frequent oo-
ourrence in Rosa's home. Every one must
ive way to her; her slightest wish must be
immediately obeyed, or lee tears and fits of
passion ensued. Ross was an only child;
Vad her early years were marked by that
exaessive. and foolish indulgence which fond
bt unwise parents frequently manifest. Her
qyward tempers were rather encomaged than
a abdted. Mrs. Evelyn thought tht the way
to make her little girl happy was to gratify
her inclinations as much as possible, without
ay regard to the comfort of those around
her. She was not aware that there is mre
rms happiess experienced in trying to pleas
*thertthan in always pleasing ourselves. She
kwd.M r child tenderly, but not wisely. It
Ia ao~*"therefore, strange that little BRs
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to expect an immediate bompliabee with i&
her fancies and preferences; yet, from the
natural amiability of her disposition, the dbid
was perhaps less injured than one of a different
temper would have been. Remarkable from
her earliest infancy for decision of charsMtr
and inflexibility of purpose, she nevertheless
manifested such sensibility of feeling ahd
warmth of affection, that a kind word, or 6
look of love, generally calmed her angry pa-
sions.
But Rosa had scarcely attained her seventh
year when her education was suddenly ad:
entirely altered by the death of her mother.
Mrs. Evelyn was unwell for some weeks~a lb
it was not until a few hours before she dU4
that any immediate danger was appreheaded
How important it is to be always ready, sine#
we know not the day nor the hour when the
summons shall come *
Rosa loved her mother very much; aad
the readiness with which she left off her a~l
games when told they would make her mother
head ache, and the soft tip-toe step with *1ih
she would steal into the parlour when Mgr.
Evelyn was reclining on the sofa, excited the
hope that there was a current of love i her
heprt, which, if guided by a entlLd.Lf l
form a pleasing and lovely arosclE :,"'
The Art Sunday that Mrs.
Imined to the house, Rosa went
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10 OlA's CHILDHOOD.
ovely day in spring. The air was soft and
pleasant; and the pretty flowers peeped above
the ground. Rows walked joyously along with
her father, and was so delighted with the
beautiful scenery around her, that she almost
forgot that her hand was not clasped as usual
within that of her mother. But when they
entered the church, and the sweet strains of
music fell upon her ear, and many voices united
in the hymn of praise, Rosa's lip quivered, and
she burst into tears.
It was strange, because the child was always
so pleased with this part of the service; and
her own grave and persevering attempts to join
in the singing had often excited a smile.
." What is the matter, my dear Rosa ?" said
Mr. Zvelyn, soothingly, as he took her in his

"I cannot sing to-day, father," answered
the child, sadly, "because mother is so poorly."
"But mother will soon be better," said Mr.
velyn, in a cheerful tone, as he loosened the
qrings of her bonnet and wiped the tears from
il yes; "and you shall go with.-er to the
'L, iide next week, aed run about on the
agdla."
Rosa seemed comforted with this assurance;
and she t yght how pleasant it would be to
walk with Ir mother on the sands, and see the
SYtFi ships and the pretty little pleuae-
a r shells and sea-weed.
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BOlA'S OUILDEOO9. V I
vain were these bright hopes for the future..
Before one short week had passed away, her
mother was in the world of spirits. Her last
words had been respecting her little girl, and
her last glance had rested on the rosy cheeks
of her dear Ross; for she closed her eyes, as
if in prayer, when the child was gently parted
from her, and she never opened them again.
Rosa felt her loss sadly. She could no
more hear her mother's soft, sweet voice, or see
her gentle smile. Her nurse was very kind to
her, and her father indulged her more than
ever; but the little bereaved girl missed that
tender affection and care which only a mother
can bestow and although in a few weeks her
childish grief partly wore off, yet her touching
inquiries after her mother often added to til.
distress of her bereaved father. I a





ROBA'8 ORLDROOD.


CHAPTER II.

MR. EwLYN was comparing in his own mind
the various plans which appeared likely to pro-
mote the comfort of his child, when a letter
arrived from an old college friend of his,
Dr. Wilson, offering to receive Rosa into b's
family, and to treat her as one of his own chil-
dren. Dr. Wilson's wife, who died within four
years after her marriage, was twin-sister to
Mrs. Evelyn. Her place was supplied-as
far as a mother's place can be supplied-by
Mis Wilson, or, as she was usually called,
aunt Lucy. Aunt Lucy had been a good and
faithful friend to Edith and Arthur Wilson;
and when she heard of Mr. Evelyn's sad be-
reavement, she longed to extend her affection
Ve care to little Rosa. It was at her sugges-
Tion that the letter had been written to him.
Kind aunt Lucy! Her's was a tender and lov-
ing heart, which found its happiness in making
others happy.
After some hesitation, Mr. Evelyn thank-
fully agreed to the kind proposal; for he knew
that his child would be safer and happier
beneath Dr. Wilson's roof than she could hb
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oSat'S oaILDHOO. 1i
most of the day in busine. It was a trial.
to him to send Ro so. far away; but'at the
same time he felt grateful that so desirable a
home was provided for her, for lie wa fully
aware that her education and moral training
were now sadly neglected. The child was even
less tractable and good-tempered than she had
been during Mrs. Evelyn's lifetime, for the
servants were not disposed to humour her as
her mother had done. It was not likely that
they would sacrifice their own comfort to com-
ply with her incessant and often unreasonable
demands: and when Mr. Evelyn returned is
the evening to their desolate home, he was tbe-
quently vexed to find his little daughter with
a clouded brow and a peevish temper; and he
was wearied with the complaints which he was
obliged .to hear of her disobedience and per-
verseness. Her early habits had unfitted her
for the little trials and difficulties which veRa
children must meet with. She had neither
learned obedience nor self-denial; and withet
these there can be no real peace. It is tra a.
kindness to a child, to lead it by gentle i a ij
persuasive means in those peaceful and plea
sant paths of submission and gentlenes which
alone can guide us to happiness and heaves.
Rosa was highly pleased with the novelty
sad excitement of a visit to Dr. Wilsom It
wu eah a treat to her to have a ride int th
a rywith her father; and she was d
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14 eOe' ONILDBOO.
fellow. She had not been told tht ihe was
going to live there for some time, for Sar she
would not then be prevailed upon to aooo.
pany her father: and therefore she did not
notice how sad Mr. Evelyn looked a they sat
at breakfast on the morning of their departure;
and she wondered why nurse cried so when the
marriage drove up to the door.
"Good bye, nurse, good bye!" she ex-
claimed, as Mr. Evelyn lifted her into the
carriage, and she sprang lightly into her seat,
waving the bunch of flower which she held in
her hand. But nurse's smile was such a mourn-
ful one when she repeated ones' farewell, that
,).msaid with some surprise to her father,
" Why is nurse so sorry f Is any thing the
matter ?"
Mr. Evelyn hesitated. "Nurse is fond
of you," he said, "and she does not like to
hove you go away from her."
But she need not be so very sorry, father,"
rqliod Bos, "because I shall soon come back
am. I told her so."
* Mr. Evelyn made no reply. He turned
away, and seemed to be looking at something
by the road-side. So Rosa supposed that he
had not heard her remark; and nurse's tear
were soon forgotten in the enjoyment ofter
ride. The journey was a very pleasant one;
ad Bosa's childish and rapturoiw ezprqmu
of light at the new and pretty seem I
uw&l they passed, often called forth





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fomhie lther, and chased awayUhis senWe
ful thoughts.

In a large oldfahioned prlour, the lmg
windows of which opened into the garden, at
a pleasant-looking lady and two child.
"Do yod think they will come soon, aunt
Lucy ?" aid a little girl, a she arranged fr
at leat the third time her favourite dol in is
eradle. .
SYes, dear Edith," replied aant Lucy, NO' i
in. "I do not think your patience will be
tried much longer." .
Edith blushed. "Am I imp tient, a
But it is so delight to think d hviu a d W -
little ister, that I cannot help Vhing to Me
her." e
"But Ros is not your sister sid Art;hr;
"she i our cousin."
"Yes, I know that," answered khq
"but sh will be just like my diter, wi l he
not, aunt ?"
"I hope she will, Edith. I a mnsur y
love her very much, and be Tvey kind to.eh
and she will be pleaunt oompMies for yean
two a three years' time, when Arthur goe to
school" .
"Iwish uhewee a boy," 'aidArthur throw- <
ag down his slate and pencil; 'ad thn I
ibuld havesmebody to pla with."
' ,Oh, dc oth be elfa, Arthuri" rpld
lsh, amused with her 'brother's edin.

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16 OBS' CHILDHOOD.
nes. Surely you do not wish that I should
lose my new sister. You will have plenty of
boys to play with when you go to school,
and I sha hve no playfellows then, except
Rosa. So I think it is quite fair she should
be a girl."
Arthur was going to reply, but at that.
moment the sound of carriage-wheels an-
nounced the arrival of the travellers; and he
sprang from his seat, that he might catch the
first glimpse of his little cousin. Aunt Lucy
S hastened to meet their visitors, and Dr. Wil-
son came out of his study for the same pur-
pme; while Edith and Arthur, who had been
s impatient for their coming, drew timidly
back, and waited anxiously, until Mr. Evelyn
and his little girl entered t*e parlour. Rosa
was tired with her journey, and she clung close
Sto her father, for she did not like the sight of
many strange faces.
Mr. Evelyn spoke very kindly to Edith and
Arthur; but Rosa hid her face on her father's
shoulder, and would not look at her new
eousins. Presently, however, she ventured to
take a peep round; and when Edith smiled
pleasantly at her, she half-smiled in return, and
seemed disposed to be friendly.
"She is very pretty," whispered Edith to
hr brother.
"I wish she would take off that large be
rt," said Arthur. "I can hardly se ber
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Iust then, to Arthrs great sibtdtls, the
bonnet was removed, and Bo bright eyes
sad blooming cheeks fully satisfed him. Oil-
dren soon get sociable with one another; tad
as soon as te was finished, Rosa dipped down
from her father's knee, and accepted idith's
invitation to come and see her pretty dolL
The waxen baby was much admired; and Ros
promised to let Edith and Arthur look at al
her toys and-picture-books, when the boxes
were opened to-morrow. She sadly wanted
them unpacked then; but Mr. Evelyn said it
was too late, and Ros submitted patiently te
the delay, because she did not choose to cr
Smplain before her new aequduatame Hew
e[yI we learn to wish for the geod opi ion
otes 1, Hew slowly we endeavour to do. a
thing beoasme it is right I
Ros went to rest very early, boamietc l &
was wearied with her long ride. 81 ,fats t
with Edith. The bed-room was aTvy plea
asnt one. Some prett-looking porti, a.
thick, gilt frame, hng over the old M
mantel-piece, and a few gaily-bound bok
were arranged on a shelf over the driwes. The
large circular window commanded a full iew
of the garden behind the house; and a BRos
peeped through the ourtain*s she b
what a beaiful place it must be by dayqL
BRO was soo fu -Ileep. Anat Le a tf
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18 eOA's OHILDa ooD.
and she breathed an earnest prayer for her
precious fuCar
In a few ys, Rosa seemed quite at home
in her new abode, and she liked all her new
friends. She liked Edith, because she was
good-natured and obliging. She liked Arthur,
because he was merry and fond of play. She
liked aunt Lucy, because she was so kind and
gentle; and she liked Dr. Wilson, because he
called her "his little pet," and always gave
her a lump of sugar in her tea when she sat
beside him. Still, after all, she loved her
father the best, and had no idea of being parted
from him.
"Will you stay with me, and be my little
girl ?" said Dr. Wilson, in a most persuasive
tone, onemorning, when he had just dropped
one of the largest lumps of sugar into the cup.
"No, nol" exclaimed Miss Rosa, shaking
her little head very decidedly. "I must go
baoe with father when he goes."
"But you can stay here a little longer with
Edith and Arthur," replied Mr. Evelyn,
smiling, "until I come again."
"No, I will not stop here without you,"
said Rosa, resolutely, as she laid down her
tea-spoon, and clung to her father; and her
heightened colour and tearful eyes showed
hew difficult it would be to induce her to
remain behind. Her father therefore resolved
to ip quietly away, that the pain of part
miht be avoided.


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OelA'B ONLDNOM. 0
When Ross found, one morning, that he
had left her, and that she had lot, not only
her mother, but her father, she sobbed so
q violently that it was impossible to soothe her.
Poor little Rosa! Resentment as well as sor-
row mingled with her fast-falling tears, for
she thought it was very cruel and unkind in
her father to go away and leave her. We
have nothing to say about the father's proceed-
ing, except that an open and straight-forward
course is always safest in dealing with grown
people or with children. Rosa would scarcely
speak to any one during the rest of the day,
or listen to the words of kindness and symq.-
thy which were addressed to her; and when
night came, her grief burst forth afresh, until
at length she fell asleep, quite worn out with
the violence of her emotions.


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MOA's OMMIOoD.


CHAPTER III.

1r! RosBA'S grief soon paIed away, and she be.
oeme not only reconciled to her new home, bat
very happy in it. Her disposition was naturally
afectionate, and her warm feelings soon en-
twined themselves around her kind friends.
SFor the first few days after her father's
departure affairs went on pretty smoothly.
avery dti g was comparatively new .to the
child, and se was amused and quiet. But old
habits soon regained their asoenAdesy, and
ts of ill-humour and perverseae returned,
the treatment of which required mah skill and
patience from aunt Lucy. But aunt Lucy
ws not discouraged by the waywardness of
the little girl. She knew that "love is power,"
and that affectlote and steady management
would soon exerciskits happy influence. Rose
was of a lively ad restless spirit, and she
wanted constant s varied employment to
keep her out of mischief; and aunt Lucy
strove to accommodate her plans to Rosa s
natural temperament. The carelessness of
childhood, which was chiefly the result of an
impulsive disposition, was treated as such, and
not magnified, as it too frequently is, into a
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self-willed too, and that was a serious fault,
but she was very easily impressed; and a
gentle rebuke would melt her to tears, when
harsh and severe language would only have
strengthened her disobedience.
One day, Rosa was amusing herself with a
large and very expensive book of engravings,
which had attracted her childish fancy by its
handsome cover. The rapid and heedless
manner in which she turned over the pages
was likely to injure the beauty of the volume.
"You will spoil that nice book, Miss Rosa,"
said the servant who was with her, as she
gently attempted to remove it.
No, I shall not hurt it," exclaimed Ros,
holding the treasure as firmly as she could
with her little fat hands.
"But your aunt will not be pleased if she
sees you with it." .
But I mustlook at it," said Ros, angrily.
The servant, finding that remonstrance was
vain, at length interfered, and took it away
from her.
Rosa was highlyoffended by this proceed-
ing; and she expressed her feelings, as most
little folks do, by raising her voice, until her
loud screams reached the drawing-room, and
brought her aunt to learn their cause. It was
soon explained.
0 Rosa!" exclaimed aunt Lucy, gravely;
Syou should not behave so."
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'34 ROSA'B CHILDHOOD.
she heard her aunt coming: but she felt her-
self ill-used both by her aunt and the servant;
and as she stood twisting the end of her sash
round her fingers, she murmured in a half-
troubled, half-resentful tone, I want to go to
mother !"
Cold indeed must have been the heart which
could have heard untouched this simple sen-
tence from the lips of a little motherless girl,
even although it was sobbed forth rather in
anger than i grief: and ts aunt Lucy drew
the child towards her, she said, in very gentle
aseente, "But you cannot go to your mother
now, dear Rosa."
"But I wiU go to mother!" exclaimed the
child, passionately.
"We trust your dear mother is with God in
heaven," continued aunt Lucy, kindly; "and
you cannot now go to her there: but you will
Mee her again some day, and be very, very
happy, if you love the Saviour, and try to be
like him, and to overcome your wrong tem-
pers, and to be gentle and obedient."
Rosa listened quietly for her rebellious
feelings were hushed by the calm tones of
aunt Lucy.
"Will God love me if I am good, then?"
she said.
"God love yop sww, my dear Rosa," re-
plied aunt I i .' bough he is greatly dis-
pleased with uOnduct." He is very kind
to you; he .l ou all the good things you







6sw6 snd dewr 'rie : to fk.m bwdt efo
bhase he wants yLto 6be wy :haW .
he ais ed i ffeea Aema.b &seay
so sad diobditst." .
looked very grave, but she did, an
"Do you not think it is weroay little
Bos, when God is so very kind sid witI
you, to wue nothing aboto pl a in i iM
you not try to do what he,omauMu? WUB
you not strve to coorct you kt2t-h ir,"
BRos softly anrwred, Yes s"f sI, ik
children, she generally made faiur eJu
she wu really sincere when d&0e m eui
sb viahed to oblige =ant ,oud X
her pushedd obeak for a .Ui a p "t LL
she was ia erus .
Bos had so iLr motin ta l.
ot feel tht love to God shoold
of an our thoughts d satio, add
rt endeavour aouldk to alee hig.
her haewly Fathew a wo t WtWiar
althoth as yet she knwir him; sa
broughtaer the isti at .1i
that mi en trloTve rsd eurvl
Sad that hu ys are ways of pleasueMs
and 6thM ti pathe *uIg .e
Amt kEmqy was Ff

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BOSA'S CHILDHOOD.


Mrs. Evelyn had dark hair and eyes, and very
pale cheeks, while aunt Lucy's eyes were blue,
and she had light brown curls and a blooming
complexion. But it was the sweet smile and
the affectionate glance which rested on Rosa
that recalled her mother to her mind; it was
the gentle influence of love which attracted
her heart.
Edith was two years older than Ross: but
there appeared more difference than that be-
tween them, for Edith was a tall, slender girl,
and very qu. and thoughtful; while Rosa
was short fji]r age, and wild and careless in
her movem4. 'X Dr. Wilson used to call them
the ^ `a*' a he "rose." Rosa always
said that the 1. was the best of all flowers.
Edith maintained that the rose was the sweet-
est and the prettiest; and Arthur said that
both were so beautiful that it was impossible
to like one better than the other. Arthur was
very fond of his cousin: she was more like
himself than Edith, and therefore suited him
better, for Rosa was full of life and spirits, and
was never still for five inqputes bgether, if she
could help it; and Aithur early loved a
boisterous game, and a merny chase around the
garden. Rosa was always ready to join his;
and her joyous laugh and bounding step would
have done Mr. Evelyn good, if he could hae
heard her. She looked as gay and light.
hearted as if A had never known a momneat'
uneasiness; u sheltered in her p .

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KROA'S OILDROOD. fP
home from trouble and unkindne, she wa so
happy that he y thought of her Uo r,
at least withay eli regret. Iti
that the grief of childhood, though ivid ad
rel, is seldom lasting; for the moving of life
is naturally bright and sunny, and the heart
buoyant and cheerful.
Many were the pleasant hours whih the
children spent by themselves in the open sir;
sometimes running about in the green fields,
gathering the daises and primroe, and other
simple flowers, and weaving them into gSr
lands; and sometimes wamd i down he
shady lane, waqlpg the olouds sli slag
over their head and listenil'to tlmswet
song of the birds, and to the rIplik'mu of
the merry brook; and sometime they set
the summer-house, playing with their ne
dolls, and preparing little feasts with ftw
cakes and some ld srawbemies; whOil A.
thur, who, like all boys, pmor ed a pmerfe
contempt for "dolls," drew sad paated his
little picture, and managed to at omse'if
their strange dishes, their high.sUoNl '
names.
But although the neraUy rery aW
py together, Tittle eai s "a
times arise between them; ad it mnst ik tW-e
be wed that Bosa was geneya the deM
af th Mir hasty tep ai love of &:.
ina. her ps to to ta doftk where -"M
,4 imt ded, oai't he disit-let f wte-ad
I






8 waeaO's emDoeame
a Ut hve 1het on way. dith gerefly'
yiMd to her, but Arthud was Mt o sm
modating: and it wa perhaps heat for im
that he was ot; befae, ifli had been, sw
never, perhaps, would hbe lmed thte oesity
of sometimes giving up her own wishe for the
sake of others.
"ILt us play at hide4adseek," Arthur
would perhi say.
"No, s, Bos wold reply. "I do not
want that to-day. We will have a game at
ba"
"But Idih and I like the other best, Bos,
and yoUtad your ohoie last time."
"We1 I s" not play at hide-and-sek
Irw," would bethe reply, witk a frown of i-
"o fa ve ry unkind and Ise s, BRo."
"And yeo are very tireoema nd disagree
ab Artkur; Mad I ll a plq with ye at
ll, if yes do Mae take are."
The remt weld b, that either Arthur and
4ithi. wM ire my for the ake of paeos,
or els that &ss womul wad k r y away,
and spoil their enjoymet by rising to pay
Itwas bright mu r's day. Arthr and
BRm hd bMn mMunm theme by rmg
es the gtrda ps to the deiarf o h -
seit2 whitoeldranie sheAsm






*aC t eVNme. A
LDdWthal had been reeng tO hwe Wt.
lose W not ia t*k bbt a iWoib, fr 6h
w ewnexed that Arthir shodd hb nm more
nimbly tha herself, and thereftr A* weas t
diposed to lot6 Ta ftowr oa p
mischief which she amo=rndet V
form ig. e dol*'i straw bw
all ever with 1se stripes. B WleM
j y diqplesed wlh her sttpt bet *
bwet forth into each Imid mdr 04"r
lAo of reselment, that IMid tht 1@f
Artlhr was a thoughtless litep 'bb
had not bees awre, while
ig powers, how uhk iMU
UbI nOW 5AW'S ,uuIonaW W"^ilMgg
think it gkrw hM itteA fy wk I rI4 i,
however, to aske light of it; and i^i
mer tem6e ki u '
"Wh i oon itleb ch pettier i
did before,sa tbhe gpib dy k
with the sti ribbon. '
'Yo mu a 1m3S |
2eg, idinadgutly. You
pesiblya' aet, 6 mae; it
ap withit, indheAW I'wW sat." MYmo l,
"Itvef atiad, ol:k 6 Bde, P
in etone of *calr;T tbk
is. t I mtt e wbo ai*li k


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)0 3OA's cS QNIL eB.
tention, she premed it so much out of shape
that Arthur laughed outright.
Bosa could bear no more; her hcheks glowed
with anger; and seizing a new picture of Ar-
thur's, which he had bought that morning, she
tore it into a dozen piece.
0 Rs, Rosa I" said a gentle voice.
Ross turned round, and met the mild, re-
proving glance of aunt Lucy. The colour in
her cheeks deepened now from shame; but,
eaer to throw blame from herself, she held up
the doll's bonnet, and exclaimed, It is all Ar-
thur's fault, indeed it is, aunt. Look how he
has spoiled thi-on purpose."
Aunt Luy quietly laid the bonnet on the
table, and said, "We will talk of this another
time, Rosa; you will come with me now."
She led the child towards the house, without
si any more to her: and aunt Lucy's
o gav Rosa's heated spirit time to col;
and before they reached the house she felt that
she had been wrong as wall as Arthur. Aunt
.a, MAdowa p& the sofa with Rbsa besi
i apo i rOming the softened ezprespiemM
er ooteance, aid, gently, "Will my
ite Bosa never try to govern her temper f"
"0 ant, Arthur was so very provoking."
"Bat, Sa% were youw lor so? I sal
qsak to Art about it; but wer your a;r
a. hMes Ukslt to make jow. eost el
isk 9that had been so mueasls t"
S"I asaet, Arthur was mot uleas y


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Anyt aLamS.

e he poi.a4 my boant on purpose W 4
3Dg*)1
"Are yba qts that,& am ?bad
her aunt. athd ry we =I soit w'
the PW~tnn Which Y"r to" uop M, tor-aA~a
wo brought by dAm)' mro 1 fA lb v Cbi*
moas a pr etf fa yoru."
osa osloured, and hung down hb 'Iu
Osaunt, I wiAL had not tomitt bet 1,
so rwit Anihr tb -Ihardly kiw v
Idld.
"I bwiwo ew Raw ]M bwt' sit llk
is to,1O Im ar ~= ov dis
lquaight .m~kiumgn *wit ~*k
don,u"alittk4 4l h bafaut

4'o sat .tlo md gwd4eosa?

how mnld and pstWent he =a 4 4h14U?
Noe him 4 4.t-to 2=6 Y",i
nUd fnor to t-m to -
Aunt Laq ha n ot tiasl)lilI L

rr 'oaddl wu'd;~~~1~~~s
binAJ' he 'eb m;d m J


IF,~-CI'~L~L~U ~.~ ~






M So A'A aOULMOa.
bt she maw that Bosa there r'bdha r around
Arthur's neck, and gave him a kim of reosa-
ciliation.
0 Arthur I" she exclaimed, "I am so very
orr tat I spoiled your picture."
"Never mind, Ros dear, it was my own
fault; because I am sure you would never have
done so if I had not vexed you about the doll's
bonnet."
Ros was going to say that Arthur's unkind-
ass did not excuse her ill-temper, but Edith
interrupted the conversation. She thought
that os had expressed sorrow enough for
ts pat, and she kindly wished to turn to a
ore pleang sbjet. So before Boa coold
begin he reply, she said quickly,
"0 Ross, yo must come and look atyour
garden; for your dear little rosebud hasu
so beautifully. I saw it before breakft this
oi,; and I meant.to ave told you, but I
fits ,tit."
The hir ran eagerly towards Roos's

'0 beauty I" exclaimed Arthur,
-A o
lam so glad it is, ash a Iae o5e," said
re, obeame it u isrwt Ca." '"
R Booit i a pit VO ,' H" saswWdl
i. "Wait till some m Moae ot.~, *
they will moo be ert,"
4^Laky Pust hare the &0st 4

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me-m iMuInNm. a
Yoe hbus to cut the jtalk, if yYou plas,
ArAw?" 4
The knife wa prod ued, and the roo speedily
removed from the buh. It ras arrived w~i
great cue to the howe; etd then Bos rn
Mto the parlour, elahnig, "Here i my
ros, my irt rose, dear aunt; I have bet
wateamg all the week for it to oome out, that
I migt give it to you."
Aunt Lucy thanked Bows warmly, as e
took the beautiful fower; *ad, pressing hr
to her bosom, kissed her cheek. It was enough;
annt Luoy knew, by the cle, open look 1d
the little irl that she had f owned ler
alt to er saeuin; aad BowR that her
t onduct was feely forgiven. When lm
6kaw that evening to r at her simple
prayershe remewbred her aut'O adive;
ad silently aaked for strength from above to
overcome her evil tempmr.
A fw dLys afterwards, whi BoRsa wet
wual into the play-room, ftr saying
leons, she was surprised to fiet ao the
a new straw bonnet for her 4oA, sq
like the old one tht she would have
it was the sme, oly. it wa trimmed
ribbon aasteadt4 grIp, and had
eer bnevsede
Edith where did this ome

replied her ogiIe 1


.t~i~t~,~,_Yi' 11La







b= left it her f*r you at s lidhftild ob
Marhl that Ross guessed directly who it *.
"It wa Arthur, then;--ye, I' m sur it
was," onatned Ros "'I.eow d, how ver
kind in him to buy it for me."
"You forget how he spoiled the other," re
plied Edith.
"No, I do not," aid RBos; "but .e I
tore his picture, you know. Oh, I a' ev*
be croe towsds Arthur again. At l-at,"
he added, "Iwi l try not to b."
And Ro did try; sad it was a u time
Wore Arthur sad Zhe had ay beious quarrel
with b -other and Rosa tlihtit was really
Good thing that he painted he doll's iontel;
fr, whenever rhe eft inclined to quwmr wi
tita, she remebrwed the unfortna~e beaet,
and endeavoared to restore her fela6
Two or three years passed qiIetly ; tad
Rose was slowly but teadily hn loag. Aunt
baqoy'a kind aid judioiouae dsieted
hu natural qualities into their iht channel,
'taught her to exercise the ef-eontrol de
e. It is not, however, meant that a
dbMplrete victory was giped over old habits
sad dispositions. B had still mch, very
ni*h, to learn md to itain. It is not aAtl
for to do that which'bi si d RoiW
l b we Sad it very dbak; 4 rW
pir vere in dependence on d'a
t na Bas, in her new homern, i|m






Meo'I nOmaMao.
her father ? Had new frislds effced old ones
from her memory ? Oh no. Rosa loved her
father very much; and she often thought of
him, and talked about him. His letters were
always joyfully received, and prized above all
her treasures; and when he came himself to
see her, which he did as frequently as his en-
gagent would permit, her delight was almost
;nbouded.
Mr. Evelyn missed his little girl very meek
Her merry laugh and playful words no long
welcomed him after the fatigues of the day;
and his home seemed dul and desolate with-
out her. But he reconciled himself to her
absece, by the remembrance that it was for
her good; and he often antiaipted the Ib
time when she would become his oustant -a
intelligent companion.





Ros es CNLDHOOD.


CHAPTER IV.

"I CANNOT learn my poetry this morning "
mid Ross, one day, when she had fished
writing her copy.
"Why not?" inquired Edith.
"Because I oannbt find the book anywhere.
I have looked in all the places I can thi nk
but it seems to have disappeared. Oh, I re-
ealect now, I saw Arthur with it yesterday.
I must go and ask him for it. Oh, here he
comes! Arthur, you are just the very person
I want. Where have you put my poetry-
book?"
"Your poetry-book, Rosa! I have not even
seen it," said Arthur, in astonishment.
"Indeed, Arthur, I saw it in your hand
yesterday afternoon, just before tea-time; so
pray try and remember where you put it, for I
am waiting for it."
But I tell you, Rosa, that I never had it,"
replied Arthur, rather impatiently. "I hate
reading poetry, unless it is something very
fine: besides, I must surely know whether I
had our book or not."
"But tf sure you had it, Arthur," I





IMCNGMDWAM a~

beam I rmotUeo nolwinw j the green OOVW,!..
-66 dp root baw. viw", do'lYI ieP~
or" aawored ALrthwro C L
aourteiml ww Aair -my fivoinif LK
youp so you must thidadk dumo .on lab%,
"Ohuna I marquite positive 4W it rwas Y
Air".
@W eant Lucy, %Ier Uqim,
had ic-:fed wisis aboo 14" nplbd*Y
y;a Ipwh~ yoma

PWO;,' an-d Imm likeLy to be u*e as.
",0 P0 4:ogi t"
1lOW4"mUm 'wn e wor* 'Yw~W
hasa bho oover, not. g&rA"OWL iivm
*so% preoboly some otGr book tbtlr ro

"Jow themRos I" eowsud~r Att) p 'LJ'm
we*namg, Al am pok4 Yom moo, am Yosm/m
w*svA ost thAby.uin.u V 1 L, ; w
Posa wa% rather diaconorted. "Wt.fa
*o be ow &a the ockor wasm bi
ht hae been blue; bu$ that dos =o4
04 U !;;t am. Ii
Asm4 pa sWoAv waft
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BOBA 8 CHILDHOOD.


especially when they are so much alike in the
dask."
'It is impossible to convince you," said
Arthur, laughing; "so we may as well give
up trying to do so. But I wil help you to
look for it, if you like."
"Not now, dear Arthur, thank you," ob-
served aunt Lucy. Rosa cannot well spare
the time, because I wish her to practise her
new piece of music before Edith has finished
her netting. She must try and find her book
afterwards. It is probably in the parlour.'
In the afternoon,'as the children were alter-
nately reading aloud to aunt Lucy, Dr. Wilson
opened the door, and said, archly, Has a cer-
tain young lady lost one of her books ?"
"Is. it a poetry-book with a blue cover?"
exclaimed Arthur, eagerly.
"Yes, it is," answered Dr. Wilson; "but
how are you so well acquainted with it-it is
not your's, I believe ?"
"No, sir, it is Rosa's; but as I was accused
of losing it, I feel glad that it has returned in
safety.'
"Where did y& find it, uncle ?" inquired
Bo. .
"In my study. You left it there yesterday,
when you ran in to tell me that aunt Lucy
wied to speak to me in the green-hou..
YXa were so busy about the new pleam, Ad
Said down your book on the sok, u
forgot to take it."


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I~


es's eLnmMOO 89
Rose blushed, and looked onafted.
"Now, Ross," aid Arthur, triumphitly
you were wrong, you see."
"Well, I am sure I thought youe d ih
Arthur," replied his ousin; "1d4 aefr .B,I
only made a mistake: any one i liable to
make a mistake."
Ross had a great deal of pride; end she
would make any euxcse for herself rather tha
confess that she had been in fault.
"Yes, Roea," said aunt Lucy; "btd hi
not this very reflection keep you fri being
so confident ? The possibility tht we ay be
mistaken should make as uetious and mil i
our assertions '
"I thought you liked persons it behave
opinion of tir on," answered BRs,
the innocent blue book angrily away from her.
"You said the other day, that without itm-
ness and decision of character no one aeddk
really respected."
Aunt Laey mailed, but her smile was amd
one, for she was sorry to see the little irli s4
unwilling to own her error. "My dear S= 's
she aid, seriously, "you mst surely pmerwe
the difference between a modest yet steady a
herence to some importrt principal end ob,
stiately persisting in a trifling mastr like the
But we will not argue the poet .
now. I am rad the book i h"M
* PyO t ne iaSleurS pi rce 7

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40 ROSA'S CHILDHOOD.
your uncle wished you to repeat to him this
evening."
Rosa took the book rather sullenly, and
turned over its pages several times before
she chose to apply herself to the piece she was
desired to commit to memory. But the pleas-
ing rhyme soon soothed her disturbed feelings,
and perhaps the sentiments of the poetry also
awakened better thoughts in her mind: for
the cloud passed away from her brow; and
when she repeated the lines to aunt Lucy, her
voice had regained its usual sweetness.
She lingered behind the rest when the sum-
mons to tea dispersed the little party; and,
throwing her arms around aunt Lucy, said, in a
tone of mingled affection and self-reproach,
"Oh, I am very sorry I was so positive and
self-willed. Will you forgive me,'dear aunt?"
It was impossible to resist such an appeal.
Aunt Lucy kissed her fondly, and assured her
that the past was forgotten. Who could help
loving a child whose faults and failures were
thus ingenuously acknowledged ? And yet
aunt Lucy sometimes feared that Rosa might
be tempted to think that the frank confession
of wrong conduct was some compensation for
it; for she knew that indulgence in sinful
habits is sometimes strengthened by the idea
that we can easily make up for them by our
eoeta4ce. It is well to own when we do
*rog; but it is far better to try and.dwe, t
nis ht.





EM'I ODlamOOD.


CHAPTER V.

ROSA stood at the parlour window one lle,
sunny morning, watching three little sprteM
that were busily picking up some crumbs whisk
she had thrown out to them. The hung bird
seemed very thankful for their break= t Mad
Ros was much amused at the way Owhich
they hopped about after the tiny hia of tre
But they oon finished their meal, and 8ew
away to the thick-leaved trees, where 4tey
were quite hidden from Boa's sight: and yet
Ros still lingered at the window, as if A*s
were unwilling to leave it. It was a lovely
morning-- I said-just the morning for a
walk; and perhaps Bos thought so, for se."
gased wistfuly on the velvet lawn and neaty
gravelled paths, and then on the pleasant fie
and hills beyond, and at last turned away with
a deep sigh. What was the oase of that
heavy sigh, and why did Rom olt aoh a
ar ul glance at the tabe ? There
qbh Om the table but a slate and psmW
bf mad a glass filled with freeh-gatho i
*S Bhall we let Boa speak fourth f






42 ROBA'S CHILDHOOD.
I wish I might go out this morning instead
of doing these hateful sums," said Rosa, in a
very discontented tone. "It is too bad to be
forced to waste my time over a slate on such a
fine day. The little sparrows are better off
than I am, for they can fly about wherever
they please, and they have no hard sums to
worry them. I hate long division,-that I
do."
Perhaps you will smile, dear reader, at
Rosa's envying the little birds, because they
were not obliged to learn ciphering : and
Rosa would have done so herself at any other
time; Jut she was not in a smiling mood
just tln. She drew the slate so unwillingly
towards her that she dragged the table-cover
with it; and then she pushed back the table-
oover with such an angry air, as if it were
at all to blame for getting out of its place.
The table-cover was more easily put right
than Rosa's temper, because she did not really
try to overcome her discontent; and it was
very plain, by the careless and listless manner
in which she wrote down two or three figures,
that the sums were not likely to be correctly
done, if they were done at all. Presently
another deep sigh was breathed; and then the
slate was laid on the table; and Rosa strolled
over to the other side of the room, and took
ker knitting-needles. The sums were sarcely
touched.
Rosa had just taken her needles, and
4b





aMt's aIuin m .m U
down again, when ent Lucy eare and joeed
her.
"What! the sums fished already, loAm '
"Oh no," sid BRos; "but I wanted to, tq
the new stitch which Edith tat m ymte
day. I think it will do o well for my of
wax, worked in pink and white strip-s
But your sums should be attended to ens,
Bose."
"Yes, aunt; but I really manot do
now. I have tried one, but it will not oam
right."
"Tryy,try, try again," id sut
smiling. "You did two yesterday, y hsew,
without much trouble."
"But I do not fed ia the hamour for epiow-
ing this morning" replied BRe; "and I ner
can do any thn l, if I am not. It is s
ie out of door, am longing for a walk; ad,
then, I cannot rest until I know thid Wtik
quite perfectly."
0 Ro said aunt Luny, gravely, "I an
orry to hear you talk in this y."
Bos looked up with a little urprime.
Why, aunt, ou know I cannot bear oip -
i and it rlly is not pleasant to pore oV
a Mite when I do so want to get these
id not say it wau leAant, Rb%, no do
kitis; but your iauiry should be, la&

1" sid Rs.






4 nO'w$ O IDnOOD.
"Yea, duty," repeated aunt Lucy, cheer-
fully; that is the first point to be considered.
TYour likes and dislikes about things must not
Jide your actions; settle what you ought to
b, and then never hesitate."
But it cannot signify," mid Ross, whether
I do my sums to-day, or leave them till to-mor-
Pff.
"No, Ross, so far as your progress in arith-
e tio is onoerned, one day's loss of study
-T not make much difference; but the habit
which you are thus forming is of very great
eomequenoe. You are preferring pleasure to
Jo are choosing that wich is agree-
ab5e i ad of that whih is right."
"But this i suh a trying thing, aunt."
"The principle is just the same, Ros; and
if you ive way once, you will do so gain. It
ia yield in little things which forms a weak
Mad irmelt eharaeter. We must resist tri-
fing temptations, if we would be able to over-
ome great ones. Begin in good earnest, Ro.
Do your sums, and walk or work afterwards."
Rosa glanced at her slate on the table, then
at her knitting, and latly at the blue sky and
eight sunshine outside-end she hesitled.
inaatio drew her one way and duty anotr.
Which would gain the victory ? It Msesad
eebtful for a moment; but duty trim
Bme put down hr knittig-needleU ,
away from the bri window, and
slate with a steady im t 4l





Dues'# mleMlIGM 4.
tmis. It isofno use tof an that I seao
Ao them," she thought to henelf. I can do
them, nd I will. Aunt Lcy is riht Dy
must come before pleasure."
Ross bent over her slate with that de
air which shows that the mind is resolved to
struggle through every difiulty that may op-
pose the execution of it purpose. The Aet
an was soon ready for aunt Lucy's inspecti.
It was quite correct; and the you. nthur-
ean began the second with reed sMeal
the second was not so eaily managed. One
fgure was proved to be wrong, and os could
not find out the cae of her eror. She
went over it three ties, and still shAaL t a
los. She was half-tempted to give up. The
knitting was so eay-the garden looked so
pleasant
"It will not come right said impatiems.
"It must come right 1" sid duty.
And the voioe of duty prevaied; the hed
was again bent over the late, nd after omes
two more efforts, the wrong figure was rubbe
out, and the right one inserted. How plea
sent it is to overcome a difulty! At least, so
BRa thought, as she put away her slate, md
prepared for a pleasant amble with her uat
and ooins.
The walk was moi.than usually pleasut
Scoring; the su*%peared to shne mre
; the lower M ed to shed sweet
; lde grain-field look1A

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seeA'B oLaooB.
more beautiful, Ross thought, than they had
ever done. Ah I it wa the sunshine of the
hert which cast ech loveliness on all around.
Peace within deepened the beauty without.
Bave you never found it so, dear young reader
Have you never fond that a happy and quiet
mind has been the source of your highest en-
joyment? Yes; you know that the earnest
sad pesevering attempt to do your duty, not
only brings with it a rik action, but aso
sweetens all other joy; while a onscience that
is ill at ease throw a shadow over every thing
If you wish, then, to be happy and light-
hearted, be diligent and faithful in the di-
charge of your daily duties
It was a simple ation--o simple that you
think it very unimportant whether it had been
performed or not-which made Ros feel so
glad sthe ran across the lawn; and yet to
Srsteady appliation to these long-dvision
Ss might be traoed some of thebrightert
actions of her future life. It was her irt
direct effort to make pleasure bend to duty;
d this successful effort was the formation of
a habit which proved of incalculable benefit in
more serious matter.



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ORAPTSI VL

"0 EDrma I h hve suh delightful nmnew
exclaimed Roes, O~khe m into the p
one day, and thwr hmelf with o ai=tl
weamoy on the aof* that her ousia's bMid
of work wa overtarned, and three reeks o
cotton rolled of in difrent direction.
"Now look, RomB mid Edith,in a teo
of light vextion; "youlhaveWo ak
mad you have, m d me drop thi mb k my
letter to notl SGor."
"Never mind the Not" rejoined low.
"Jut tell uaol George thrt I wa isa on t
my wild moods, sad gave the table a. a lN
shake, and he will not feel at all mrpriWi
Bedde, Edith, I hav m ivitatio for yE
which is worth a dosen blot.."
S"An inritatios" rqu td Edith. "From
whAm Make hast md tol meo about iL"
*You ought to be kept i m up e lils
while, for grumb over that ink*-pot
'.fittemding to me,, Miu S oum,
"but I must tel you, isthsve ase

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a 30elA' OuDSOOD.
party next Wednesday, and we-that is, you
and Arthur, and my own dear self-are invited.
We are to take our dinners with us, and to go
a far as the ruins of the old astle. Will it
not be delightful ?"
"Yes, indeed," replied Blith. "I am so
adwe are asked, I hope it will be a ine
"Oh, I think it will," sid Bosa. "
weather is so beatifm now, and it does not
sem likely to hange I mean to enjoy m.
self very muoh; and ant Luey will not be
there, so I shall have no one to fdget me, by
.' tling me not to ru too fat, and to mind
that Ido not teary frek."
"0 Bos 1" aid dith, rpr hfully.
"Well, Edith," replied Bs, in a tone of
apolgy, "I love aat Ley dearly; but it is
other tiresome not to do jt as I like on ash
a day. I like to be quite wild, and ree

.I And tear your froek," id Edith, play.
ly.
"Mo, not that mentl," saswered Ross, sail-
hag. I do not want to bo rde or rough; bt
Iaver an be so steady and orderly a you
dith, so it isof no eo tro Bat h
tr aowmong p s aml kby Io. lI mma
ne sd tell him tal iod anew"
ngsy fow BO, a pyly mad s1- a
Moft their; , b. h
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the tmat otto-mbh ad triMd to fe thi
blkt hom be l er.
The next sfrnwmo, ieM upreed to as
Lacy her wish to g cad ine Arthur on
return from a walk.
"I think, auvWr Med bewww msy:t
hom. It loob as if i odted
NOh, that dark lomd i teusa owr,'" i
DOm, coManl i; "hiiFpod* ADteI
thmt, ifo you 4d letbs Iil meet hi es
the old deki." *
Rbn preemd n mrmetly v par mihls o
go, that st !aey smtw 'er smmt; bes
was ogivet O ftlfto t, l% a- M I
been a itobeat upin hel r ar S~
would not bhe eAeld rn f it. L. J
"Pat on TOe hlek 1 hs> B*MS 1ma hu
mit go; d ye l mh yerw sm b
my room. It was let tetAM h IAt bit hw
had it" sa a
Bois ws very i mhwlig a to
aboes; brt she seld *metingiK t
to.tfhe, boeesue she k at sensometime
a tht0 point wme* bvitilefc MW ail i
radaihd not to take tm rnheA. It was *
rvy to uary; and I made er looek so m
and aot at All te arlady: itw % e
sowmetAN m lueta Wk
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50 RaoA's OIILDHOOD.
Lucy was therefore not aware what an in-
cumbrance a light silk umbrella was to her
little niece. Rosa left the umbrella in the
corner of her aunt's room, and took her little
parasol with her instead; and as she did not
return to the parlour when dressed, her aunt
was not aware of it.
The dark cloud did not pa away as Ros
had predicted. Itbecame larger and darker;
and she had scarcely joined Arthur before a
few drops warned them to make haste home
as quickly as possible. A heavy shower came
on. There was no place of shelter near;
and Rosa's thin dress was soon wet through.
,loor Rosa I how thankful she would ave
een just then for the large, uagraeeful um-
brella; for her parasol-that doll's sort
jf thing," as Arthur contemptuously styled
w it-was of but little use to her. She was
very wet and tired when they reached home;
ad her hped ached sadly with walking so
. frt; for Rosa, although she generally enjoyed
good health, was not strong. She was dis.
satisfied with herself too; and this made her
submit without opposition to aunt Lucy's
wise suggestion that she should go to bed
immediately. No reproaches were addressed
to her, for aunt Lucy saw that, she was cow
Msio how self-willed she had been, and that
shA was suffering enough from its Orf

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ise excursion; and it was so severe u A pre-
vent her making one of the gipsying party on
Friday. This was a sad disappointment.
"I shall stay at home too, if Ros does.
It will not be so dull for her," said Edith, *
kindly.
Aunt Lucy did not say "no" to this pro-
posal, because she knew that Rosa was too
generous, or rather too just, to agree to it.
She was right. Ross warmly thanked her
cousin for her self-denying offer, but as warmly
declined it.
"It is my own fault that I cannot go, Edith,
but. I had much rather that you would. You
must not lose your pleasure through me."
"But indeed, Rosa, I should like to stay;
and I shall enjoy myself quite as much here
as at Mrs. Morgan's party, since you cannot
go."
"Yes, dear Edith, I know that," said Row,
affectionately, "but I should not; so y~nquut
say good-by. Arthur is calling you; do not
keep him waiting any longer."
Rosa's cheerful look vanished with Edith,
for it was only put on to lessen her cousin's
regret at leaving her; and the tears came into.
her eyes when she heard the hall-door shut.
It was a beautiful day, so warm and lunnyi
that it seemed hard that any one should be
obliged to remain in-doors, especially when
there was a pleasant gipsying party in r-
spset; and although Ros spoke truly whm


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St BeAs's amManOOD.
she mid it was her own fault that she emld
not accompany her cousins, yet the disappoi
ment was keenly felt, perhaps more keenly on
this very account. She might have avoided it
had she only yielded to the guidance of an-
other. She could not blame any one but her-
se, and it was this thought that increased her
sorrow.
Aunt Lacy saw Rosa's tears, but she would
not pain her by noticing them; so she quietly
slipped out of the room, and it was so very
long before she returned that Rosa's tears
were almost inclined to come again. "She
might think how dull I am all alone," murmured
the weary little girl to herself. "I thought
she would have sat beside me; but I am to
have nothing but disappointments, I oppose."
Nothing but disappointments I Rosa did
not suppose so the next minute, for aunt Lucy
stood by her side with a new story-book in her
haua--te very story-book which Ros had
been wishing for during the last week.
"0 aunt Lucy," exclaimed Rosa, as her
cheek flushed, partly with pleasure at the wel-
come gift and partly with shame for her un-
kind .thoughts, how very kind in you to get
this far me. It is more than I deserve."
We will not talk about what we deserve,"
replied aunt Lucy, with a gentle smile; "but
I will read to you now, if you like, for your
eycs seem very wek."
Rosa gratefully aooepted the offer; GaMft





IoSLS OID0 06
interesting was the book and the remarks
which it excited, that the hours paused far
more rapidly and pleasantly than she had
dared to anticipate in the early part of the
morning.
Edith and Arthur returned from their ex-
cursion in high spirits, loaded with a large
nosegay of flowers and a bag of cakes for
Bss, from Mrs. Morgan, and many sincere
regrets for her absence.
Probably some of our readers may feel in-
lined to echo Rosa's own words, and say that
"it was more than she deserved." Perhas it
was; but if you and I had nothing which we
did not really deserve, dear reader, how much
do you think we should enjoy ?









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66 -WA am =UM3@W.


CHAPTER VII.

"Do you not think it is very hard to keep
one's temper when any thing. very provoking
occurs ?" aid Rosa, one morning, as she
finished reading a little anecdote to aunt Lucy,
which illustrated the advantages of self-con-
trol.
"It is hard rtainly," replied aunt Lucy,
smiling, "eepiAly if we have not accus-
tomed ourselves to much restraint; but then
the happiness we experience in so doing fully
compensates for our trouble."
"But do you not think," remarked Edith,
"that it is almost impossible for some people
to be patient and gd-humoured?"
"No, dear Edith," said at Lucy, seriously.
"I do not think it iosiMe for any one who
really seeks for gr and strength to assist
her.
"Well, I do not know how it is," replied
Bosa,' but I seem as if I could not help being
'pat out' when any thing provoking ooeas;
ad yet I do try very hard.
"Then you must not be discouraged," msid
mat Lucy, cheerfully: "and indeed I nimk







you h already et i-t
U,.,. I wa M i tiL t
hear how gently jl ke to Ar whAm
you found that phased Os vew+
book for you."
Ros looked grtifsd. "Yes, I was
to old at him t first; but I reolleoted I
was moet to be blamed for not havin wri*tm
te title for him on a lip of upper. It wn
very shilar to the om whria he brweght, thU
he was not likely to notic the dimsrmea; -n
I ft that I ought ot to be angry with him.
So you see I had othiog to meh me i14 ry
tempe, aunt Luey; mad terdfore there -%a
mn merit in keeping it."
,"And do ye sot ao M EAsr," said um
Miim th a i, ILW 44howj d if se, yos
w gir way to SUry ifeelisp sa id
ams if you were S&aitto top, as you di
t4day, to consider is. airmstan oes
es, and to make all the allwmaee for itM l
you could ? One reason why we loe e sth,
penr is, because we ad from the impulbe the
a umat. If you bit allowed yoawrt
think firt, before yea to
pomibe that yot wN have irmri L
sd-havre exed I always i 4
the best plaan, Ial s aNoll
el'a ed, to wait a minute sad reot
I any real easrs to be e; ad
.W n 4" temes 'ess Imoolit w
M OiItasny," Wad Bso, "bet yogie


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5' M3OsA' MM.oov.


per is naturally so ash better than mine; I
ao not think you are oer ors or angry. I
wish I could be good and as gentle a you
are; butj am afraid I never shall be."
"I am sure, my child, that I have had quite
as much to contend with in my own disped-
tion as you have in yours. You look incredu-
lous, Ross; but if my dear mother were living,
she could tell you how much anxiety my imps.
tiece and irritability sometimes occasioned
her when I was a little girl.
"I lived for three or four years, while very
young, with my grandmother; and she always
let me have my own way, and never checked
my impetuosity and self-will. Lucy is er-
tainly very hasty and passionate, sometimes,'
she would y, in reply to the remonstrances of
my ndfather,' but he cannot help her sa-
tua disposition; and, besides, her angry fit
are soon over, and then she is one of the best
haidren I ever saw. She will grow wiser a
ae geto older.'
"My mother reasoned very differently. She
ewP that an unretO ed temper is a plague
Si posesor, all within reach of its
idlence; and when I returned home she tried
to show me the importance of governing my
Mblin&. But bad habits are not easily lot;
i Awhen I found that one or two efforts weld
et achieve that victory over self4 whie I
ay wished to gain, I thought m 6j1
mother must be right, and that I Mo a .1.


58






MaAIS cutiuew


r m natural disposhi 'Indeed, mother '
T aed to my, wold never be angry if I
could help it.'
"One morning, however, it haned that
a lady whose good opinion I was e Uandio
to sure, called to see my parent. While
they were engaged in some interesting convm
stion to which I was listening, a servant, in
paying out of the room, peet a jg of water
upon a beautiful silk bag whih I had received
that morning as a present from my grad.
mother. When I sw the eaident, the odlor
rushed to my cheeks, ad an angry eela-
tion rose to my lips; but I immediatek w
strained my temper, and endeavored to ap-
pear as little annoyed a I eould at the sn.
esse of the girl, beease I did not wish'to
lose the esteem of our visitor. My mothw
commended me afterwards for the cheerfoahl
which I had manifeted, and then said,
"' Now you will not tell me again, Luey, tha
you cannot help losing your temper, booame
you have helped it this morning.
"' But, mother,' (I were, almost without
thought,) 'that wa bebM Mrs. Grahas s
here.
"'Yes, dear,' mid my mother, smiling, 41
understand the reason; but you will rmea
allow that what you can do at one ti4Ah
sely not impossible at another Yo cm
pumd to me and to yrself that you et a
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60 ROBA's OaLDNOOD.
"I saw the foree of what my mother mid;
ad from that day I gave up the foolish noe
which L had learned from my grandmother,
mad endea re to imitate the gentleness and
amiabi it hch I so muoh admired in my own
dear mother. And if I have learned, in some
meaure at least, to govern my temper, surely
yoe may hope to do the same. Yeo know
where to look for assistaao dear Ros."
Ros was cheered by aunt Lucy's sympathy
sad gentle words of encouragement. The ai-
pie ft tht other peron had actually Tr-
munted the same dileutis which were the
p zir her, was of more se to her, per-
hi ethan the bes advice that eould have bea
iaes on the subject.
BoM sometimes wished tha she was half a
Cedas Edith; for Bdit was quiet aad though
i and generally wuaed in her temper. 1t4
Edith, although the early and excellent train-
ig of ant Loey had saved her from many of
the difficulties which her eousia met with i
the path of duty, had faults to contend with
as well as Rosa. My youthful readers must
et imagine that be-a# they are neither i.
petous nor self-willed, as our little fried
sea was, that their ohbraeters are therefore
limperfeot.
is pri Pa temptations were those of
l and em S disliked traeb
l emrtio; sd e this seeoont she wa te
gee to personal ease and sef-indulge~ne.






IOAe'I Oamwoo. ,
"Where i BRos r' said Artr, one eveing
as he rushed into the prior. "LI Uas et
her anywhere."
"What do you want of BoMllkiquini
aunt Lucy,-looking up from the llk whih
she was reading.
I want m glove mended-it ha got sek
hole in it,' replied Arthur; "sad I mt
have it done directly, or I shall not be ready
to go out with father."
One of the servants pusng at that moment,
Arthur called out, "San run ad see if
Miss Ros is up in the play-room, plese."
"Ros is writing her composition for tomlor
row, I think, Arh," mid his Mat; ",d,
you should not distub he, as is very.
anxious that it should be well done, bemos
your father has given her the subject. O .
not Edith mend your glove for you?"
"Oh no," exclaimed Arthur, impitient1y
"it isofnousetoask her. Sheis always
busy that it makes her mros if I want her 1t
put a stitoh in any thing; and she ays that
tear my gloves on pRos is the bot,
for she never grmblei it it ever so bad s
meud."
Edith was hitting in the baek-pwlow, rea
ng a tory-book which had been lent to wr.
The folding-doors wer jut pe, so therbA
eUll not help hearing the oovWitionw-1
between her brother ad hrwat. All .
B bluh rose on her oheek, as she lWO


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Mt U 'IIs ianxoOOM .
to Arthum' comment On hersf for she felt
dkt his marks were too tree.
Roeoame in with the needle and ilk in
her han 'O Arthur, dear, what a large
hok I" dMaid, as her cousin ran to her with
his glove. But never mind, I will do it as
well as I e.anow, so that you may put it on;
nd if you wil give it to me when you oome
beak, I will try and mend it better to-mor-
row.
Arthur looked his aunt and smiled; and
the he waited very patiently while Ro re-
paired the rent in hi glove: and he picked
up bher wison for her when they hadfallen
dwu, and aid he was sorry to give her so
mk trouble. It wa BoRa's kindness which
made him s gentle and well-behaved. In a
few minute the glove was finished and drawn
on, and looked "quite respectable as Arthur
"It you would put on your glove more
slwly, remarked oes, in a pleasant tone, as
A. fatemed the button for him, "they would
Sbe so easily torn or spoiled. Do not pul
them by the wrist, but press down the fgers
so:" and Rosa suited the action to the word,
aMd looked up at her cousin.
Well, I will try," aid Arthr, good
lhoM dly, ias h ie hr av kihe and a hbeur
y h a; i" na then hastewd to joik
wang fo i at

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eul's asmste. .
Edith sat silet sad alkbe freesm ti Ae
Arthur hd left. She was eoma r i r
conduct with her cousin's, and oie 7- ued.
It was not pleasing to feel that wia, lu
this instance at lease, so greatly ldlpeiem?
for although therewas no ri y between the
two girl. Edith had always feaied tht he
was really more amiable than her eousin. 'ls
idea had not excited any feeling of pride ot
oonaeit in her mind, for it always seemed to
her a matter of course that she should be mor
advanced in erery thing thas the little, eareles,
laughter-loving RM; bat now she foind he
self far srpased by her cousin. Edith m
also pained by the thought that her selh eon-
duct was displeam to Ood and unlike the
example of her Sawur; atd she humblyw.
soved to think les about herself in ftse,
and to study moe to make others hay.
Ros returned to her comnpotion wih gLt
step. The eonmiousnes ttwe have deas
kind action for another always m fe
happy and light-earted. Ros felt eiab
when usan came to call her, to may that u
could not go just then to mend Arthur's glv
and that he ought to have tholht of it brf,
if he wihed her to do it; bt sd ehelft
words before they roee to fb&iae a
to look for :se se riang4W
Anthur was rather Iarads.; W&I
OW that to soeldat lnhi frt- ear in t
w to refuse to mend it, or even to do i
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URA'5 OmLDOOD.
ungracious manner, was not the way to make
him mo]p careful another time. Besides, she
thouglfhe erhap oould not help it; the best
gloves wear out sometimes; and then how
unkind I would be to prevent his having a
pleasant walk, or at all events to shorten it,
because she wished to fnish her composition.
Happy Rosa! for those who try to make others
happy are sure to be happy themselves. She
got up a quarter of an hour earlier than usual
in the morning, it is true; but who would not
willingly rise a little sooner to gain the peace-
ful conscience and cheerful mind that Ross
had?
Aunt Luey closed her book for a few minutes
when the children left the room, and retraced,
with mingled pleasure and thankfulness, the
gradual improvement which for some time past
had marked Boss's conduct. She was evi-
dently striving to be more patient and self-
denying: the hastines of her temper seemed
a souri.of much trouble to her, and, although
not yet subdued, was certainly lessened. Was
Ros influenced in her attempts at self-con-
uest by rht na eScient motives? Aunt
Shopped She hoped that Bosa, in-
Sel t .naturally impulive dispo-
j begun act from PnMO=IPLB. No
ae, except tom peanonl experience,
^ bae ~is derived from seeing those
^ lovae try"ig to plese, not thesmlv-,






LOA$ QSUD3OO5


bu Gtod; and it is a happy moment for any
child, when the desire to obey God and imitea
the example of Christ is really implaibd in
the heart.














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CHAPTER Vm.

"Now, Edith; it is too dark to see any
longer," said Ross, one afternoon, as she play-
fully closed the book which her cousin was
studying; "so let us draw close around the fire
and hare a pleasant ohat."
"A pleasant chat!" exclaimed Arthur, who
heard the last words as he was entering the
room. "Why, Rosw, sure yva need not sit
down on purpose to talk, for you do little else
all day.
lre monrala tmill it wa Bom's delight
To elotter and talk without topplg;
Thee was not a day but she rttod away
Like watW for ever -dropplag' "
"0 Arthur! I am quite tired of hearing
those foolish lines: do get something fresh,
said Rosa "or if.yon must repeat them, say
Arthur' stet Ra, and then you will be

Sno, I should be wrong then-should
i i ? Does not Rosa talk more than

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OBA'8 ONITDHOOD.


peal. It is too difficult a point to decide just
now, Arthur: besides, as I cannot please you
both, it is safest not to answer."
"Very cautious, Edith, as you allays are,"
said Arthur, edging his way in between his
sister and cousin; "but I know what you
really think."
"And so do I," observed Rosa.
"Girls are always said to talk more than
boys, you know," continued Arthur, with a
mischievous glance at his cousin.
"It is a very untrue saying, then," answered
Rosa; "and was no doubt invented by some
talkative 4oy who was ashamed of his own
habit."
Arthur smiled. "Well now, Rosa, does
not aunt Lucy talk a great deal more than
father do i?"
"Yes at home," replied Rosa, "because
uncle is almost always out; but he is really
the greatest talker, for he has to talk all day
long to his patients. Poor uncle! he came in
just nw looking so tired; and he had hardly
put or his slippers before there war4; loud ring
at thb door, and he was obligeAk*-4t'ff di-
rectly to see Mrs. Thompson's little baby, for it
was thought to be dying. Oh, I should not
like o be a doctor!"
Nor I," answered Edith, who ha4 a great
avesion to scenes of illness and suffeaM, -r.
"I shall be a doctor when I am oldw, "
samd Arthur, decidedly; for Arthur ahig t






s seuA' OamLDsOOD.
ambition wa to resemble his father in every
thing. "It would be very easy to write a few
presriptions, and to drive out once or twice a
in m carriage."
"Your carriage" repeated Rosa, laughing.
Only fancy Arthur riding in his garage,
Edith !"
"Why not ?" said Arthur. "I should
study very hard, of course, that I might be
skilful, like father; and then I should be sure
to get on well."
"But how would you like to be called up in
the middle of the night?" said Edith.
"Oh, that is nothing when a person is used
to it," replied her brother. "Besides, one
must meet with something disagreeable in what-
ever one does"
"I am glad you are so contented, Arthur,"
remarked Edith. "I could never make up my
mind to be roused out of a comfortable sleep
at any hour in the night."
"Now, I will tell you how I should like to
live when I am grown up," said Rosa. ."In
the first place, I would have a beautiful house
1; with'large gardens, and a conservatory, like
Mr. Woodford's; anu I should keep a great
many sergnts, sa o- "
"A carriage ?" inquired Arthur, playfully.
"Oh yes, a carriage would be quite neces-
y fqme," said Boss, archly; "and I Ast
have a e little pony, too. I bsould want as
moah money as I could spend, because thme







wold always eoU thing to buVs se-f r
wmsments, or new-drea, or presents far y
friends. AndthenImut seethaall thpoer
people had plenty of work to do; sa I bold
build those nw school-rooms that Mr. Ander-
son was talking to uncle about."
"I hope Mr. Anderson will get hi w
school-rooms built before then," interrupted
Arthur, "or else the old ones will be quite in
uins."
SBosm laughed at her own ioonuideratense
"Wel Arthur," she oontiaued, "yoa mnd
Edith should have every thing you could wish
for; and we woeld all live together, d be s
happy. Oh, how delightful it wold be I"
"No," said Edith, quietly, "it would be
toe grand for me. I should na like Atobfe
riaL I would rater live in a little ottl a,.
with jessamine clustering on th. wall, 16
ower-garden in froat I s"boaF not easr
about grand furniture, but I.: should like.-
piano, and plenty of booke'td one little
servant would be quite euou to wait up m
m. I do not wnt to be rioh; rich peo
are so proud and selfish."
"And poor people are discontented ad"
eanious," said Roa; thy are aklwa m-
plaimng because they are not so wed Ev4e
their Deic am.I think mm. is *04
choice, Edith;" "" .. 4 '
SBut I did no intend to be so v yper,
Beeo." '"'

AL






TO OeA'IM OsILDXOOD.
Aunt Luca came into the room just at that
moment, and Ros eagerly asked for her
opinion. We have been fancying," she said,
" what we should like to be when we are grown
up. Edith thinks that it is best to be poor,
and I think that it is best to be rich. Now,
do you think that poor people are the happiest,
aunt ?"
"I do not think, dear, that any one's hap-
piness depends either upon their having a
little money or a great deal. It is what we
are, more than what we have, which makes us
happy. A person with wrong feelings and
principles would be uncomfortable in a palace,
and dissatisfied in a cottage."
"Well, in that case," said Rosa "I may as
well wish to be rioh as to be poor-may I not,
aat --for I should stand quite as much chance
ofbeing happy as Edith."
"Would it not be best to give up wishing
altogether ?" said aunt Lucy. "Our rank in
life is not a affair of chance, Rosa; it i
rightly and wisely arranged for us: and our
concern should be, to do our duty in that
station in which it has pleased God to place
a."
"But is it wrong to build castles in the
air I' said Edith. "Rosa was only amusing
Jvretf; she did not expect that what she faw
i'ed would ever come to be true."
"It is not a good practice to indulge m,
Edith, because it helps to make us diosw

ih






ROSA'I OrniUDO3 ti
teted with our own lot. When we ar ia th
habit of wishin for things which we cuanot
get, and are frequently dwelling upon the
thought of them, it is an easy step from wish-
ing to murmurin4."
"But," said Ros hesitating, "if we had a
great deal of money we should e able to do so
much more good; and if that were our reason
for wishing to be rich it would be right, would
it not?"
"But would that be your only reason, Boa?
Besides, if God had chosen he could easily
have given you greater opportunities of use
fulness; and we are certain that he is the best
judge of what is desirable for us. And you
forget, dear Rosa, that we have plenty of
means already, without wishing for more.
When we have done all the good that we m
do in our present circumstance it will be tnme
enough to wish them altered."
Ros was not quite pleased that her bright
dreams shwald be so entirely swept away. In
truth, she was too fond of pieturng the future
to herself in glowing colours.
"How can I do any good now, snt? I am
only a little girl; and I have but very little
money to give away."
"Where there is a will there is a
said aunt Lucy, smiling. "I have not
now to show you how you may be useful;
I think, if you try, you will soon find out







Woy yourself; if not, I wilUilp yo to do so,
whenever you feel inclined to beg.
Did Bos think any more of her aunt's sog.
gestion-or did she prefer castle-building to
active and self-denying exertion?
Very early the next morning, just as the
first rays of the sun were peeping through the
ourtained window, Bos was wide awake, and
not only wide awake, but talking to Edith.
0 Edith, I have thought of such a com-
pleth plan for doing somebody good; it came
into my head just as I woke; perhaps I had
been dreaingg about it. You knaw that book
of Arthur's whic I was reading the day be-
fore yesterday"
"Ye," drawled Edith, in a very sleepy
tone of voice.
Well, there was a story in thatbook of a
young lady who saved her pockt-moaey to
pay for a poor little girl's schooling.; now,
could we not do that ?"
Yes," replied her cosi, more indistinctly
than before.
"But how much would it cost every week-
x cents, or eight cents ?"
"Yes," answered Edith, in the sam.a ania
tented tone.
Edith," exclaimed Bos, impso
titly, "you do ot understand what I ay,
Ae yea wake "







"Oh ye, I am wake," mid ~i o rol
herself little. "Whatisit '
"Why," answered Rosa, "I was talking
about having our money to put some little gir
to school; only I wanted to know how much
it would cost, because we could not gire all
our weekly allowance, you know. rather
think the girls pay six cents."
No answer came from the unoonscous Edith.
She was actually fast asleep! Ros turned
away, and gave up her attempt at conversion
in despair.
"0 Edith!" she sid, in the course of an
hour or two, when they were dressing them
selves, "you were so sleepy this morning. Do
you reolleot my trying to make you tk ?"
"I remember something about six cents,"
answered Edith; but what you meant I cold
not tell. I fanned I was dreaming."
SAnd so you were, I think," said Rosa,
laughing; "for I could not get you to unde-
stand whatI wa saying. It was so tiresome
and before I had halfinished, you went to
sleep."
Did I?" replied Edith. Well, I was so
very sleepy. But I am awake now, so you
can tell it me over again."
Ross did so very willingly; and Edith Ws
soon equally interested in the benevolent pi
The girls pay six ents a week," uM
Edith; "and we could easily spare that: it
wl be only three cents for each. But you






14 JlWS'9 QWLUOO.
bse for eh ,Bo, R that we mut f4E lad a
little ir who does not go to schooL"
"h no, I have not forgotten," unwered
Ros, quickly. I have settled that ready,
or nearly so. The other morning, (I i nk it
was Tuesday morning,) when I went out with
aunt Lucy, we called in to see a poor woman
whose husband was very ill The room was
so lean, Edith, only it was very, very small,
and a little child wa playing with an old doll
in one corner. Oh, it was such a fright I"
The child, or the doll ?" aid Edith.
"Oh, the doll: the child was pretty enough;
it had soft, ligt hair; but it was very sy, and
turned away ts head when I spoke to it. Ant
Lucy asked whether its sister was at school:
but her mother uid, 'No; her little girl was
%o e out to bring some medicine. She wished
he could sendher to school; but sinoe her
husband had been laid up she really had 'not
been able to manage it, for every penny was
an object to her.'
"And was her husband any better?" asked
Edith.
"Yes, he as getting better," she aid,
",but very slowly; and she was afraid he
would not be fit to go to work for a long ti
h8e seemed such a me woman; and herg ,
though very old and patched, wrs .o
Now do you not think she would be vety
if we were to oer to pay for her itt
schooling" "





DeA's e4om mooI
"0 y," aid Edith, "thei' bq ..
dea r of tht; ulews he w aa herta
home, now that her ithr is ilL"
"Well we mut ask ant Lucy," Mui4 e1
"She will know best."
Dur breakfast-time BRosa uolded er
little proje. Edith whispred to her tAt s
had better wt until they were lone wvh
mnt Luwy: but Ros was too imptient fr
aunt Lucy's opinion, to follow her oouen's '
advice.
Aunt lacy quite approved of their kind in
tention-we my "their," for Ross made no di
tinotio between Edith oad herelf: she did
not seso to her el (as some little girt
have dose,) the credit of having lrd th ogt ef
the proposal.
Aunt Lucy promised to call that morinse on
Mrs. Gay6or Rom was very eager to have
settld-sad inquire whether she would be wi-
ing to send her little girl to school, preaed
the weekly sum were p d for her. "Oly,
ReBe," she added, "Edith and you t
ite sure that you really wish to undertake
tus. I should wish you, if you once begin, to
go on with it."
, ith and Ross assured their aunt that they
fWiiatded to do se
Ijti girls ae very changeable s wi-
tis," aid Dr. Wiles, looking up from t
7s papW, with a signioaat ilens at Re.
What do you mean, uncle ?" aid loes.





T lOsA'Se OaILM8 OOD.
SI was only thin g of a certain half-dollar
whilh was carefully lai aside one evening for
the Mssionary Society, and which went to buy
a young lady's selling bottle the next morn-
ing."
"0 uncle," said Ros, blushing, "you must
not mention that again, because I have begun
to save another dollar for the Missionary o-
ciety. I am not so changeable now as I used
to be; indeed I am not."
"Well, my love, I am always glad to hear
of improvement," replied Dr. Wilson, smiling;
"andI am sure you will feel pleased if Mrs.
Gray's little girl should learn to read, through
your help and Edith's; it is so pleasant to be
the means of assisting others to acquire useful
knowledge."
Aunt Luy did not forget her promise to
call on the little i' mother; indeed, it was
hardly possible that she could forget, while
Rosa was beside her.
She found Mrs. Gray not only willing, but
thankful to accept the offer which was made.
"I shall be very glad for Alice to go, ma'am;
for she is just the age now to take to her books,
and I cannot teach her myself, for I am no
scholar. She will be so pleased when Iell
her of it; for she wants to learn to read,or
child. I am sure I am very much oblged to
the yon ladies and you too, ma'am."
Aunt Lucy oommunioated the result of her
visit to Edith and Bo, on her return; ead






aMA' s OM3LDOOD. W
told them that she had desired Alie todl oa
Saturday for a Testamet and a spelleybook,
which she would give her.
"Alice! Is her name Alice mid Boe.
"It is very pretty."
"And shall we not make her a workbg
and a pincushion, and a needlebook Ml
Bdith.
"Oh yes," replied Ros, eagerly; "I have
a piece of stuf upstairs that will make a good
strong bag for her." Ros ran and brought
it; and Edith and herself were soon busily en-
gagd with their work.
he little presents we qe it ready for Alice
when she came on Sat ay; and the bright
looks of the child xpred her thanks more
eloquently than her words, for she was too
timid to may much before strn She
dropped a very low curtsey when e entered
the parlour, ad hardly ventured to look around
her. She had er been in o grand a rem
before, and her mother had charged her to be
ure to behalf Wrelf well; so Alice stood
perfCtiy still, and amnsered little more than
" Ye, ma'am," to every question that was put
to her.
J was dip pointed to nmd her so silent.
"i I h" she su, the little girl made her
ls oureey, and departed with her tresss,
"th1 Alice was not so shy; he need not hve
been afraid of w, I am re."
"But we were strangers to her," rema edn
7







B il ilri twas enoouh o miake k*rifd
sh toe know that we were all looking:tI hs,
and listening to what she aid. She will tak
Its enobh whoa she gets hooma I dare ry."
Edith was right. Alice's reserve vanished
when she got aside the house: ad she had
so full a.dqdipe on of hr visit to give to her
mother, that Mrs. rsay had not time to ear
it all at onee; ahd how often Alice examined
her workbag and it content, before she went
to bed that evening, it would be difficult to
Rosa would have been quite ratified if she
could have known how eagerly Alice looked
forward to Monday morning; or if she cold
hav witnessed the earnesnem with which the
new little pupil set of to her school ten min-
utes before the clock struck nine.
Ablie mon impoved in her leading and work-
in. S~bwa os a bright hi,i but she p-
p herself AiA.a lynd e instantly to her
tases; and her progf i not rapid, was
teady. She oaom very f lyto see Bdith
and Bosa, that they ig BhtIe how she got
am, and give her their little rewards for in-
dustry and good behaviour.
Aunt Lucy was glad to see the iprest
whias they manifested in Alice; for she nbew
th the bet way of oountertin the natarl
AMlies of O r nature is to employ ourselves
in acts of sympathy and beaerolm oe Th
ebhre which Edith and osa took of loe's




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education had also a beneficial effet upon their
own studies; for they could not impress upon
her the advantage of acquiring habit of atten-
tion, diligence aWd IesMea, udk t striv-
ing to practse thew tues themselves. And
Bon fowud that trying to be Viel sWfvar
wre beMuiiol, both to BhwW f 94 Ai^
than castle-building.











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*.6 OHAPTER IL.
A.mr Lucy was oi to arrange some fresh
lowers in bea tiul hin ase which atood
on the drwing-room table, when she dis-
covered, to her 4rprise and regret, that the
vae was broken in two, and the faded roe
and tulips scattered around it. She was very
sorry that this accident had occurred; not for
the value of the article, but because it was a
preset from an early and much-esteemed
friend whom she had not seen for some
years.
"Mary, do you know how this vase was
broken?
"No, ma'am," aid Mary, who came at
the summons f her misress. "I found it
broken when I came in to dut the room this
morning, and I left it just a it is, for you to
see. I cannot tell who or have done it,
ma'am."
"It is very strange," said aunt Lucy,
thoughtflly.
"1 do not think any one has been in the
room to-day but Miss Rosa," continued M)ry;
"and I am sure she would have mentioned it
directly, if she had done it."
Aunt Lucy thought so too, for Ros was
Sgerally very frank and open. Yet some







as-s hai broken thu sireij bt3& s4
mrat*ry beea ir thewirr r'lerletlM
peeped out from under onE Otbs o thli
She had forgotpn to taki witiSe wen
sa wwe te wy' What M tflhag hiag. i6te-
times lead to unexpected discoveries 'V
aet( Lucy was n ote W .ith&d Xraw the
ihAr of this accident y. flrq mtetu e
the thimble having been left there loeld W.
the suspicious, eartiuiy; tl whee
riAimt proof. We muet etohdet~ te
until w are quite ortalb thser-ttef d rkq de'dl
ig of blame.
Aust Loy took the thitlMein hett
idu waet aftes the lawsfao iwus!'le
MAes 1he hflds idvaIWl b1* tbui s.
"Here is your thii~He BRsai. -. : '
@ Oh, thank :O, WaI," dL a Bod t 43at
a search I ha~waudithr" lt l it 1 th i:
Aawato, Am, "Y ik'b 'lPtd
00 And it. i ; ; 1 .; .1 ..
Roa was not so very sorry that her thbiL
bli was lost" remrMke Aather, playrl;.
SOh, I oertlJdid DOd n ^oorbtit," l
plied Rosa, ; laugnd n gotlf Bp t
ary well for week, if that werr il. I' do
not like plain needle-work; bt I aL m-ble
patient with it tha I und to b." :
IkI4thr -eally tWeys Oat Lay" iaQ uipd
A;Mrjitryieg to loekery graW.
fObkyeu,1in -it' ist 40, &2t.e
heWily; "#*'I number tIuedtb6w hZ
T.







po~C -andkehihf grtw ready4-hem poa
the tree, sad I never wish that now: so then
is some improvement."
Aunt Iucy smiled.
But where did you meet b my thimble,
auat?"
"It was on the drawing-room table, Rom.
I suppose you went in there this morning, did
ye not1?"
BRo colourd at this question, and glned
t Arthur. "Ye, I wet in to"--he hii
tated-" to take-to look at a book, aunt."
Aunt Luo was sorry to perceive Roe's
hesitation. It rather confirmed her n icion.
SAnd did you break the china mse, Bo r
"No, aunt," answered Roes in a tone of
urprse. Is it broken "
"Yes; I found it so jut now, when I wa
gapg to fll it with fesh dowew."
- "Oh, ow orry I am I" exclaimed Edith;
"we have had it so long. Who can have doe
it?"
"It was not broken whem I saw it," sid
Bom, "because I noticed how withered the
lowers looked, especially my white rose."
"And are you sure you did not upset it as
you turned away ?"
"Oh yes, quite ure," sid Ross
Aunt Luy was satised. She did not y,
"But there ha been no one in the drawing
rem thi morning, Bom, besides ya and
Mary;" or, "Why did yes bhA whea I






DOW'N aGmasse a

whether you have oken the tmn.k" No
B h ad simply aimed that dh had not
broken the Ta and her word was mdMmet,
Aunt. my Ie n further inqi. Her
plan with the children-and a very msoeu l'
one dse had alrw found itwas to bdIl
iplitly wh they said. The inperteam
Vnd the loveline of truth were ey bI.
pressed upon their minds and they wn
twht to underta and to at upon "ana
tuig' word., "Thon God msert me." 1S
unle0 they were detected in a falsehood,w t
wod was never doubted; their a rtionf saw
sever disptd. The children knewad md
this; and, te just conedenee which wae s 0
reposed in then deepened their re eren d
regard for truth.
But how was the ohie vase bek ? Ah,
you are uious to ind out whetheRom w
really inooent, re you not
The day passed away, and no one ecme far
ward and eomafeed it. It seemed Ikey to
prove one of these rsirs which are always i-
volved in mystery.
Dr. Wilson returned home as uual aboo
three o'clock; and as he was tti at dinner,
he looked around with a half-.mil, ad in
quired whether aunt ILey's chinar vas haAd
et with sa neddem4
0 ele, how eoa6 yen tell?" gb *
an% in erid"e aste m..a Lt..I,


A -










Dr.lWfolm4n muek amed at tfimp-mewhi"
bh1 hnerpmrcd ra~aue#leemen ,.y
iauw. in y hintiy for s book whid I left
dumb he ormtingg; to* io bievsd ;'mdm

klt 4ftwhe Ub*e, I Ikboed "tuthe[
um~etroalfisoke ILAI~ t~i ~k qmriak.
IMsW10 bo daI qbmmmde
~L~>hid~~: ol Ofidfdt 9Mrr~~
AV koydiatab ; -opo w 4&6,pbw~ Wpvii

t mmb bgiwar y ;u u iini tovhuw

hs not rested anyhere, A became

rtmwawa~dmr~' ~itJ~r: 'i.td4 we,
odumsmrunvu 00=0 t:-dmrulob taIaveid
intb 'IuIL wouIdreek uI . 4 f,
4Dr0 W voa lmghjdmrt &ee'. .zde opmicm
od his arefuhlnes; and he wuabout Wrtoly
hAefi ti esriut a**,. bribql in a petty
&ina: vw wiebM bad j*t wrim vso, mmut
IPIcy
.Ai Lwinke- pospend, fratouaat;
but it was only for a momem S, hese Avidly
WSnko dA hus Ub if- it w"s.
"It is some di1g .ooaPraih=fr p




I- -.- U. -~


Iams. aiNaI e .
les," aid Dr. Wibn, pleasatly, to his rkr;
"and asRos gives me such a good.4.h.tli
for the. put, I mut adeavour to kep it for
the future."
The new vrT. wa much aired. Dr. Wa-
son had aeen it as he crossed over the road to
the houe of one of his patients; and its mi
lariy to the broken one had induced him to
MprehaM it at once, and order it,to.bt aat
ome. Busy a he was, and mu& prelld fw
time, he was never inattentive to the slihtet
w which oould impart peasu to aoths.
He kIw that tries often furnish the sqwp
proe of af etion. e0
But why did Roa bluh and hesitate wh
sunt Lay referred to her having been in th
drainig oom Do ye wish to omewr It'
is a eret; but a Arthur has discovered i
you my her it too. Arthur hd oompliatd A
the preaoua evag of his hab -"ip
and Sos, who hoatPad to be up sier than
usual i the morning, had manfe d a Wn
on for him out of some dark pieoA of loth.
He had left his writing-book m the drawing-
room when he went to bed; so Bos had g
in, quite unperoeived a bhe thought, and e-
changed the pen-wiper, that Arthur might
have pleasant urpri Vaip he ain wanted
to Me one. And 1w a pleauat mw-
prie, for this sdg t of his wish
seemed to him sheat ke magi; and th
ietnss with which it was done made it'~







e oreU gttif$ag. Ho.rW6y M 'iito iiske
Mtbkr happy y!
Tks was, then, the reaso of: Beo'snolu
tance to answer her aunt's simple question.
8he did not wish to rved her little seret. It
sWa no proof, you ee, that she had broama the
vre, although even aant Iuey at fered
tat t wa. Never oandMm any ome, dear
1a4deriV ) ]be6ab eaoppseaauc maglumst
Ibnh.aTryo do, you will often trt otbrm
*ith groat iustiee Wait until you hae
proof w uuMAs imse Ag&t
yoeu moetbh Am. 4 Ohsintothko&
as evil; charity hopeth all Othin iir
at prom tot tr thi ey iq tly
j o hastBily ad Lualy ofr oidmsr''OF sat,
-lae a ,tim-tLM their' *pit 'ew iiarreet.
' WeI damdd be gmatke and hopeMf irthbe
mai ,i we smuke bout ow ss aeowmrm
tsr n. WeudbkouMo bisrre l.lf somlu
at. very w w r ew o swatino a a



,













SMUMS, we'ka pud .way, ,sad th
weathMeraiw vry i old. Bao nisdlo htr
thin and scanty little Alioe's.drni wms f l
a* -M-re --l-MMa and she ena6d with 6
aboat:th abo sity of getting wim .' R
apdlo~ for hr.. He awst., wao..iI
to be able to-purchm e them, f~r t athe
w sWti i*sk sd wi kly thde little whieU
fr his asiy. EditLhd maem
thi suibmormins woumij btey the renl
articles of clothing, and they reue to Ow
vte thIs -m wil Ao that e.
It hbppO ;d. that th ft.n t e 'sdr So
nation on this object Bom uswt, iA aopn w
dow, work-box, which was eaotly what dso'
fancied. Her own was very shabby; indeed it
waso mall, and so much the worn for wear,
that JBoM had for som time intended
it to Alies when sh oold uli
elf. ,Now this o weawltwMmarked
in the wiadow, wnM aM;as-8iL, the v.
u wah wate ;d h WMbTiftbd;
a t. amut Lacy, and dealn Mr





N88 Lo's CanUInn,
tion of purchasing it soon, when Edith's hasty
exclamation interrupted her remarks-
S0 Ros, have you forgotten Alice's new
frock and cloak?"
Boea was rather disconcerted by this un-
thought-of hinderance to her intended pur-
chase, and she scarcely felt willing to relinquish
the wished-for object.
"I am not obliged to spend my money on
Alice," sb said. We have not promised to
give her any thing."
TNo;we certainly have not promid to buy
her a new frock," answered EdithI in a tone
f surprise; "but I thought we agreed to do
so yesterday."
"Yes," sid Ros, coloring slightly, "but
we did not fix any particular time; aid I do
ot se why Alice cannot wait as wells I ca
It very hard if I am never to buy any thing
Bo ," replied her couin, earnestly,
"the workbox is not really necessary; you can
do without it at present; but Alice Msadly in
want of some warm things. She looked so
cold when I met her the other day."
Rosa's own heart told her that Edith was
rght, but she was reluctant to acknowledge
1t She did not like to feel compelled, a it
were, to act according to Edith's advice, so
she answered somewhat pettishly, "Surdly I
do as I like about it. Alice cannot 4w
that beoenae we pay for her ashoelif






OsA's omnwoo. 8
we ae to findher a new boek when de
wants it."
Edith made no reply, for he was aled
away by Arthur to find draing- whi
he hadlent her, and which she had neglectel
to return: and ant Lucy did not choose to ay
any thing about the workbox to BaO. Se
wished it to be left entirely to her wia &
eiion. Ross's pocket-money was vem to hr
to spend in any way that she pesed; end
although the duty of oaing for oten bed
been ole ly pointed out to he, and the 1
ness of a benevolent spirit (especiay ,i
was exempliled in the conduct of era vf d)
had been frequently brought bfere her nwi
yet she had never been required to devote my
portion of her money to chaitable purpoII
Aunt LuC dewired that the diplo* lriug
of the children should be free-wil ofering-
and she strove, with God's blessing, t ib
that right state of feeling ia weao to th se
around them which would natural lead to the
performance of kind and generous. deed.
Her effort had hitherto been suessfMil, far
both Rosa and her cousin were gemeMay a=m *
ious to contribute their mite when appmy -
was made for the poor and needy; and
little sacrifies had been cheerfly bu.l Be
thb amt tht &might hare the opportunity of


i 8
3Sa puJrd her work in huesl'l
51kt was absent, for her thought. f utd *
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rkm the pretty workbox. It seemed to her
ost unreasonable that Edith should expect
her to prefer Alice's comfort before her own
gratification; and as she glanced at the lone-
ied workbox by her side, and contrasted it
with the tempting one in the shop-window, she
half persuaded herself that the purchase of
the latter was a necessary expenditure. But
better thouhts than these soon arose in her
id, and appy was it for Rosa that she did
not try to ba them. She remembered that
thbma tkiling actions of her life ware to be
igulated, not by her own inclinations, but by
the will and example of her I~viour. Ros
was taught to guide her conduct by this simple
but beatiful rule; and angry tempers were
S often *aeoked, and wrong desires subdued,
by the tbou "Would Ohrist have done
tis" or, "Wul my Sviour be pleased if I
say trh
S A liUtt quiet relection showed BRos that,
a the present instae, her own wihes ought
to yd to Alice's wants; for it would be
unkind ad selfih to let Alice suffer from
4 the cold few weeks lonr, in order that the
.kbox might be immediately obtained. Rosa
hft 1 amed that she had even hesitated be-
t- een Alice and herself; and when h re-
tured to the parlour, she lost n tid,
Stradting, in practice, the
AwtMbs had ns lately used in &eroaO
to Wai er cOsin.L





DaM's., o.tioao. i
"Will yeo go witM dear SaM," h
modestly, as sm you ea pare time,
help us to choose the m a fr Aliwa'
cloak and frok?"
Edith looked rather rprised.
"Then yo will give up the workba at pre
sent, dear Ros t"
Oh yes," aid Bo, frankly, I ea esily
do without it a little longer, and Ai met
not wait for her things atil the water is half
gone."
Aunt Loy readily scented to BRia'. w
quest that she odd company m to t
tore; and as there wasu othu to pmaittlih
going at once, dhe agreed to do .
Te two girls sone put on thiir boats nd
hawk, and went with asnt Inw oa tAi
pleasnt errand ad RBam passed by the ,
window of the toy- op without elating a
longing look at the workbox. Au
ooaimeoe was a 00i1t4 e M-i i
her self-denil; and Ros voWidWt ha
parted ith, hr glad and happy feeling for
the most eoealtrrrkbox whihes add hlav brm
offered to her. Bome tick, k plaid
pair f warm glorve we leeted for
and when the parcel iaa seat he, Edith
Ro asked aunt Lucy to let them help s
s ore ea Es of Al" i WU i
t pea~taa Rl Bos,1egrIr&
va would eat it oat for 1 J m, J M





lOw's OaLnDOOW.


n e wd could memage to put it together.
I can do all the hemming, and run the
ama, and Edith will take the most difficult
parts."
Aunt Lucy gave her permission, and her
aistance too, very willingly. Alice's Sunday
frock was sent for at once u a pattern; and
the new one was et out, and partly fixed be-
fore teatime. Edith and Rom worked very
diligently all the evening. Yes, even Ros,
who disliked needlework more than any of her
dily tas, stitched away so quickly and so
lmerflIly that aunt Lucy was rather msrprised
at her industry, and Arthr would not restrain
his astonishment.
"Why, Bos," he exclaimed, "your fingers
mut positively aohe by this time; and yet
yo go on stitch, stitch, titch, without draw-
ng one long sh over your work, or even ask-
gwhat o'ook itis. What fairy has touched
yes with hrs wad to-night, and changed you
to another Edith "
"Oh, Alice is my fairy," answered R ,
u ; "at leat, it i the thought of her
makes me so busy just now. I do so
Sto mee how she will ook in her new frock,
t I have soarcely patiine to wait until it is
It is so pleasant to have an objeoifr am's
work," Edith, looking toward aunt LMay
"I ae W st on o o much fstr whm
hmi6 ,oendtin view."


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a A good eadr um Arite; Ybayou not
always a good ead i viewtr'
Bometimed I work only for m o wrnm -
ment," replied Edith; "and that not wro
but till I like work bet when I a making
somethio tht will b radly uae to mother
person. Now Aline wuarts, book to hokp
her warm this od weather, so tht I havre
a pleast object befo as in helping to do
it.%
It is strew e, Mnt, i it not," mid Bo
"that everybody dos not try toem kiad to the
poor? Boeasse a great del y be done with
out much trouble or epeae."
"Yes, my 4de BEie; bat Magy perno
re so engrosed with their own concern that
they rarely thak hoat the w*a el their
fellow-resaturo They lire fLe m o day
without making any etrt to e the
poverty and the mey whih inneam them
-not so much from i uwihngnem to ihi
their aid, as a watof thegstl dsm ad
oonsideration."
"Oh, that reminds me of a $tfpoetr
which I foad in an old maiaai iA othe
day," said Arthur; ".IhI rea i -to youI"
Yes do, Arthur," replied Rom, who gem-
rally gave an answer before anyone els had
time to do so. "Wha i it eals t"
Th Lady's D)rm."
"Tie Lady's Doma t what a ek Wol"
8*






N .m~ou anjOaoo0.
"Of th he tml a 4dlA ek, .
Of th toe tekd l i&,
Of the may traMeui
* Tht grio this earthly b-
DsaM ad hAebr, and ps "d want-
Ye, now I dramed them al.
u or the bNed md the ar ll we the
AId thmb pi4t'dr bMrId
Aim theL ma; qid the widow poor,
Who bsrd t*b tk bdd;
Tie MeludMta tth I mlht he eld,
The famishei I might hv fed
The sorrow I algha hve oted,
And AS u-nrMerdd Mars,
For ama a *ratn shape was rea
from long-foIu Yjmn:
Ay, vm the poor erojetd Mow
Whe ried my eiMMb hume
"uehk uIding lok tha lomg g.
I sImed with ,a heodls eye.
ikm tbee wasu uaa u pla y ther
As wim I ploOe i V by
S AweI af iI at t i old b
ihu smat wba sd I
'AIM Ikbib" wlke tamheM
ToO hdwer wkher I ed-

ut t orf hto ,4 *P w t. f


ML at vMd M frr idt b
luglledmy huagy mood;
i:s aurer ummb Wd th teed wet
to IrO hr wat if bod.








*Idred a theMaeMe
l dloth et lo i "d
With slk ud mih Mad oerty ta
I mny m ule old ;
But I nwT remmbed t Md a tllht
Thab ofte ith th wl atir eaod I
*"The woumd I dt have kled I
The hbe m I fw W
And yt ia m iemwa11
To pl ao mll a it:
Baon N itbin of dnsht,
As wlmlU Ma wat "kM-.
SShe eaped hM frTen head.
And the ten bega to trum,
IMrp d b.Mar lt iee tty Mt
Bemma was so s-tme:
And yet, A ye, that many a dame
Would dnreathe ay' DrenmI"






MeaL' klt3Eom.


CHAPTER XI.
ROSA was eaII'oAI that Alioe's frock
should be fiSn within the week, because
Friday was Roe's birthday, and Alice was to
oome in the aftern and have some tea, and
the new frock wau o lp worn in honour of the
oooasion. Alice's mother had the cloak to
make; so both were to be ready for Sunday.
It was drawing towards evening ao Thhar
day, when a j ~elematioa from -Rosa a.
nounoed the completion of the frock. "It is
quite finished now," she said, as she hd it up
for the inspection of Edith and Arthur. How
glad I am! Does it not look nice? I am
quite charmed with it."au ,.
Edith 'imly echoed .em's remarks.
I thi4.'p y g l ,.sormer ked Arthur,
mailing, "_At yoI av t have waited to hear
what my oa awfSir t. 'Sdelfp ,' au tho
old proven mai alt.'.
"But Artbu, i, "we were not-"
RBos's play gi .ence was interrupted
by the enmge. 4.Wtt Jq a. a gentle.
man with t trelliag clas ob his ar It
was Mr. Evelyn The indistinctnes of the
light, and the unepectedneu of his appeal
amoe prevented his being immediately recO






MegO's am es. N
nised; but after a moment's hesitation om
sprang forward, and was lasped in the food
ambraoe of her affectionate parent.'
"0 father I Im so glad, so very glad, you
are oome; but why did not you send me a
letter?"
"Became it was very uncertain whether I
should be able to leave home. I could not
decide about ooming until lat evening; so I
did not ish to raise yo hopes merely to di.
appoint them."
"Oh, I should have been disappointed in.
deed, if we had expected you to-day and ye
had not come," Mod ose.
"It is quite a well that you did not expo
to see unle," remarked Arthur, "for y-
would nt havo been able to think of an thng
else all the week; and then"-pointig to
the plaid frock which had been hatily lu
upon ha ir-" poor Edith must have done7
the ISWing."
The hItory of Alice's fook followed; sad
Mr. Brelyn's approval of the porehas mad
his surprise at the ill o( the young drew
akes were very gratifying to Bdith ad
Bwa. "And Alice i to wer it to-morrow,
because to-morrow is my birthday," said Boe,
a Ah folded up the boek. "You will, e
Alie tn-morrow, father; she is coming heref
Sow rapidly aad how pleasantly the e
Igesd away I Besa had so mieh to m
-Mate and so many inquiries to Uak, tal






N MesA' OM Os.
hbetime jnme, it ;erally dom on saoh
oeOsions, much too quakly.
Ross awoke very early the next morno
ad she lay quite Atil for a long time, tin-
ing over the happy circumstances which mark-
ed her entrance upon another year. She had
a pleasant home; a dear father who fondly
loved her; kind friends who strove to make
her happy, and to prepare her, not only for
ths world, but for a better; and many other
blessings which endear life. Ross felt grae-
fl to her heavenly Father for these tokens of
hi care and love; and her lent thaWngiaing
was not unaccepted by Him to whom all heats
ee open and all deires knon. But Ros
had adr thoughts a well as bright ones jut
se. She compared her own. cold durl
the past twelve months with the good of
God towards her, and the contrast was hm-
bi. How forgetful sh had been of his lo !
How inconstant in her endeavour to pleae
bal How frequent her acts of dhiobedUabe
The review was a painfhl one to Bas's tender
oosnience; but titled her t look to her So.
vieus, ad to ask for orivene. through him,
ad to seek more earnestly for the aid of the
Holy Spirit.
I. Jt wa a thaoghtful ohid, altbougtOr
ws remarked her lightkeartd gayer and
h playful simplicity weld hav suppon ed
Na& *aBt we se ot always judge from I
k appearasM. She ws my reT


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