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IN the sketch of the two cousins, which
I now present my little readers, they will
readily perceive that "vice may seem
happy, but virtue meets a sure reward ;"
bearing this in mind, it is hoped they will
as earnestly seek the latter, as shun the


"WHAT can. be the meaning of that
noise?" exclaimed Sybella Story, start-
ing up in the middle of the night from
a sound sleep, and addressing her cousin,
who she expected was by her side, in a
small French bedstead corresponding to
her own. "Florence, did you not hear
that noise ? It sounded exactly like the
opening of grandpa's study-door and the
strange click the lock of his desk makes


when it is turned. Florence! Florence I
do rouse up and listen, for I am afraid
there is somebody in the house that
shouldn't be. Florence! Florence!" she
reiterated; "do rouse up and help me
to listen." Still Florence made no
answer, and alarmed at the difficulty of
rousing her cousin, she got out of bed
to shake her, but on putting her hand
forward with the expectation of taking
hold of the sleeping girl, she felt for
it was too dark for her to see, -that
the bed-clothes were thrown back, and
the young occupant of the couch was
no longer there. "She has no doubt



heard the same noise that I did, and
less selfish than I, she has gone to find
out the cause without alarming me.
But if there should happen to be rob-
bers in the house, what dangers may
she not have exposed herself to! But
I must not stay here without endeavour-
ing to assist her," continued the agitated
girl, while groping her way to the door,
as well as her trembling limbs would
"There," she cried, pausing for an
instant to listen, "there is the same
noise again, and I am sure it is the
sound that the lock of grandpa's desk



always makes. Oh, if any robbers have
got in, and hurt our dear Florence!"
As she spoke, she succeeded in finding
the door, the lock of which she opened
as softly as possible and put her head
out, barely so far as to enable her to
look along the gallery. The house was
a very large old-fashioned one, through
the centre of which ran a long passage
or gallery. At the extremity of each
end of this passage was a door, the one
leading into the room occupied by the
two young girls, and the other leading
to their grandfather's study. Near the
centre of the gallery was the old gentle-



man's chamber; and other apartments,
which, together with a wide staircase,
filled the remainder of the space.
As Sybella opened the door, which,
though she tried to do it very gently,
yet made some little creaking noise, she
saw at once, through the crevices be-
tween the wall and the door, that there
was a light in the opposite room; but
in an instant, as if the creaking of her
door had been heard by some one that
was afraid of being discovered, it was
At a loss to determine what would
be best for her to do, she stood for a few



moments considering whether to give
an alarm, or to go forward to where she
had no doubt Florence was, and see first
whether there was really any danger.
As everything now seemed perfectly
quiet, she determined upon the latter
course, and therefore crept gently along
the gallery, and opening the study door
called "Florence," in a low, soft whis-
per. No Florence, however, replied,
and she was about to make her way to
the mantel-piece, where she AIew that
a taper and match-box always stood
ready, when she trod upon something
sharp, which hurt her so much that she



nearly fell, and in endeavouring to re-
cover her balance, she knocked against
a chair, which made a considerable
noise. Immediately, her grandfather's
room-door opened, and he called authori-
tatively, Who 's there ? "
"It is I, grandpa,1" replied she, in a
timid voice, for a something told her all
was not as it should be.
"You! repeated the old gentleman;
"what are you doing there, child ?"
"I thought I heard some strange
noises, and came to see what was the
"A very Quixotic expedition, truly,"



returned the master of the house; but
did you not consider that if there were
any one in the house that ought not to
be there, you yourself would be in great
danger ?"
"I was afraid Florence was in dan-
ger, and came to look after her."
"Why should you imagine Florence
was in danger ? Where is she ?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Is she not in bed ?"
"No, sir."
"Are you sure of that? I rather
think, Sybella, you have been dreaming,
and have got up in your sleep. Come,



and we will go together, and seek for
Florence, and will*first of all look if she
is not in bed, as I suspect is the case."
So saying, he returned to his own room,
and bringing out the chimney-lamp
that he always kept burning at nights,
he desired Sybella to follow him, and
proceeded to their apartment. There
they found Florence lying seemingly in
a sound sleep, and without\ any appear-
ance of having been disturbed. "It is
just as I thought," said the old gentle-
man; "you, no doubt, heard all the
strange noises in a dream, and under-
took to encounter a gang of house-break-



ers in a fit of somnambulism;" and so
saying, after having rekindled the lamp
which had lighted the cousins to bed,
he returned to his own couch.
But Sybella was far from being satis-
fled that her grandfather's explanation
of the affair was a correct one. She
was very sure that she was perfectly
awake when she had felt her cousin's
bed; nor was she any less certain of
having really seen a light, and then, on
the creaking of the room-door, of its
having been extinguished; and she laid
her head on the pillow under the painful
perplexity of being obliged to suspect


something wrong in the conduct of one
who, though she sincerely loved her, she
could not but acknowledge was not al-
ways as correct as she ought to be,
either for her own good, or the satis-
faction of those by whom she was be-

Mr. Langlands, the old gentleman to
whom we have already referred, was
a man whose mind and manners had
been formed before the very liberal prin-
ciples, which now have so much sway
in this country, had acquired their pres-
ent influence. He was consequently



considered by many to be too rigid in
his discipline, and too formal in his
manners. We believe, however, that
it was only those who were disposed to
overstep the bounds of truth and hon-
our, that ever found him too exact, nor
did any one, whose behaviour was al-
ways in accordance with amiability and
a regard for the feelings of others, ever
consider him too rigid in his notions of
politeness. He, however, highly disap-
proved of young people being allowed
so much liberty as is customary at the
present day, and was a strong advocate
for their being held under control till


their judgment was ripened, and they
had had some experience by which to
regulate their conduct.
For this reason many were disposed
to pity the grand-children that had been
left to his protection and guardianship
by their respective parents; but the
young people themselves (except when
disposed to.do wrong) never felt that he
guided them with too tight a rein.
Mr. Langlands had had two daugh-
ters, who had both become widows, and
had both, likewise, followed their hus-
bands to an early grave. The elder of
the two had left a son and daughter,



Hector and Florence Holroyd, and the
younger, an only daughter, the Sybella
Story with whom our readers are already
in some degree acquainted. Mrs. Hol-
royd, whose devotion to her husband
had caused her own early death, had,
during her long attendance upon him
in his protracted sickness, been obliged
to leave her children very much to
themselves, and to the influence of such
acquaintances as they might chance to
form, and though after her husband's
death she became sensible of the injury
they had sustained, the weak state of
her own health incapacitated her from


using any very strenuous means to
remedy the evil. All, therefore, that
remained for her to do was to leave
them to her father's guardianship.
But her respectable parent soon dis-
covered that the soil of their young
minds had been so sadly neglected, and
the destructive tares been permitted to
scatter their seeds so abundantly over
them (that of his grandson more espe-
cially), that after struggling for three
years to eradicate them, he at length
determined to send the boy to a semi-
:4 y, the strict discipline of which, he
hoped, might do for the wayward youth



what his own influence had not been
able to accomplish.
One great motive for this arrange-
ment was his wish to separate Hector
from his sister. Florence was nearly
four years younger than her brother,
and as her admiration of his talents
was unbounded, his influence over her
mind and actions was equally so. She
had besides lately lost her grandmother,
whose superintendence of the young
girls had of course been closer than his
own could possibly be, and he therefore
thought it doubly important that all
doubtful and injurious influences should,


as much as possible be removed from
So situated, and with the example of
Sybella, who had become a member of
the family only a short time after the
Holroyds 'had entered, and was within
a month or two of the same age as the
younger, he hoped her mind might
gradually be purified from the dross
with which it was then alloyed, and his
grand-daughter become as conspicuous
for her virtue as she already was for her
beauty and talents. All that he had
ever seen of his other grand-daughter
had been calculated to inspire esteem



and confidence, but she was reserved
and retiring, and was neither remark-
able for beauty nor talents. Her face,
however, was pleasing, from the expres-
sion of sweetness and amiability which
it bore; and no one could witness the
devoted attachment she evinced on all
occasions for her cousin, and the plea-
sure she evidently took in hearing her
admired, and imagine for a moment
that her reserve was the result of a cold
or selfish heart.

"What a fright you gave me last
night," said Sybella, as soon as she saw



her cousin was awake, and preparing
to rise.
"What with ?" asked Florence, try-
ing to look unconscious.
"Why by getting up in the middle
of the night, to be sure; as you know
you did."
"Getting up in the middle of the
night!" repeated Florence, endeavour-
ing to look surprised, though a confused,
uneasy expression on her countenance,
completely defeated the effort.
Come, come," returned Sybella, stop-
ping from the bundling up of her hair,
with which she was engaged at the


time, and fixing her eyes with a steady
gaze on the face of her cousin; "you
need not pretend to be surprised, for I
know all about it." As she spoke, the
colour first mounted to Florence's face,
and then forsook it, alternately, whilst
Sybella proceeded; "I know now exact-
ly how you did, though I could not find
it out last night. You crept softly to
grandpa's study, and turned the key,
which I remember we noticed last night
he had forgotten to take out, and then
as soon as you found that I had taken
the alarm, you blew out the light and
slipped down the back stairs, and came

up the front ones, and so got into bed
again, whilst grandpa and I were talk-
ing in the study. But I rather think,
my lady, you went a little further than
you intended, when you got grandpa up
as well as me."
"Upon my word, Sybella, you are
a complete somnamabulist!" exclaimed
Florence, trying to force a hearty laugh.
There! you have convicted yourself,"
cried her cousin, "by proving that you
were, as I suspected at the time, only
pretending to sleep when we came into
the room, and heard grandpa talk about


"And what proof can that be, I won-
der? Surely I might call you a som-
nambulist without ever having heard
grandpa speak of such a thing."
"You might, but I know very well
that I was wide awake, and that I felt
in the bed and you were not there, and
as for the click of that lock, it could
never be mistaken."
"Nor even dreamt about," said Flor-
ence, jokingly; for she had now recover-
ed her self-command, and as they at
that moment received a summons to
the breakfast-table, they were in too
great a hurry to finish their dressing,



to allow any further conversation be-
tween them.
On joining their grand-father, Sybella
became the subject of many merry jokes
from the old gentleman, about her sleep-
walking, in which Florence joined with
glee, whilst Sybella bore it all with
great patience, still, however, maintain-
ing she was wide awake, and that she
had heard all the noises she described.
Though the subject was afterwards
dropped, Sybella could not help watch-
ing her cousin in a manner she had
never before done, and feeling most
painful suspicions respecting her. Under



the influence of these, she was a good
deal surprised on going, in the course
of the morning, into a room which they
were not much in the habit of frequent-
ing, to see her cousin, with her bonnet
and scarf on, folding up a letter as if in
great haste.
"Are you going out, Florence ?" she
"No, I believe not," replied the other;
' I did think of going to buy a piece
of muslin that I wanted, but I believe
I shall not go; and as she spoke, she
put the letter she had been folding, in
a hurried manner into her bag, and left



the room. Not very long after, how-
ever, Sybella saw her come in at the
back gate, and hasten up stairs, whence
she soon returned, and sat down to the
piano, and began to practise with great
Sybella made no remark about what
she saw, as she perceived that Florence
did not wish to be questioned, but she
felt anxious and unhappy, from the con-
viction that something was wrong, and
an inability to ( -ermine what course
of conduct it was her duty to pursue.
Sometimes she thought of speaking
frankly to Florence of her apprehen-



sions, and endeavouring to win her con-
fidence; but the fear that such a course
would excite her cousin's jealousy, and
give her a dislike to herself, instead
of softening her heart and warming her
affections, continually deterred her; and
to say anything to her grandfather to
excite his suspicions, was equally repug-
nant to her feelings. She could not bear
the idea of injuring Florence in his
opinion, neither did she think it was
likely to be beneficial to her cousin,
were she to do so, for anything like
strictness from him, had been so invari-
ably denominated severity by Hector,


that Florence had learned to view it in
the same light, and had only exhibited
a rebellious spirit whenever she perceiv-
ed it. Besides, what could she allege
as the cause of her suspicions? Not
the alarm she had got in the night, for
that she knew her grand-father was so
fully convinced was merely a dream,
that he would only laugh at her if she
mentioned it. Nor was the circum-
stance of her having found her despatch-
ing a letter, that she had not spoken
of intending to write, any more likely
to excite his alarm, as the brother and
sister were in the habit of corresponding



with each other constantly. That she
had gone out without saying she was
going, and come back without speaking
of having been, was not likely to appear
to him in a much more serious light,
especially, as he was well acquainted
with Florence's habits of independence,
and her great dislike to every thing like
Three days passed over, in a state
of anxious solicitude and restlessness
on the part of Sybella, and a sort of
haughty indifference, almost amounting
to defiance, on that of her cousin, when
Mr. Langlands called the former into his


study, and desiring her to take a seat
opposite to hin he fixed his eye steadily
upon her, and said, "A few days ago,
Sybella, you asked my permission to give
fifty dollars of your own money to your
relation Mrs. Stancliff, who you said was
labouring under great difficulties. I re-
fused my consent, from a conviction that
. it would not be any real advantage to
the lady, whose habits of extravagance
are such, that it would only lead her to
calculate on-the same assistance another
time. That night I was startled at hear-
ing a noise in my study, and on getting
up to see the cause, I found you there,


which you accounted for, by saying you
were seeking for Florence. Your cousin,
we afterwards found in bed fast asleep;
and I was convinced that you had been
dreaming, and had got up in your sleep.
The next morning, I found that I had
forgotten the evening before, after put-
ting some money by, to take the key out
of my desk. I, however, thought no
more of the matter till about an hour
ago, when I found that a fifty dollar
note, which was among the money I had
put into the desk, was gone. The vari-
ous circumstances I have mentioned im-
mediately occurred to me, and after



thinking it over, as deliberately as my
agitation would allow me, I determined
to state my suspicions to you at once.
I will not accuse you of stealing, Sybella,
because I have no doubt you persuaded
yourself, that you were only taking your
own money, which you would repay, as
soon as you became your own mistress;
but the uniform propriety of your conduct
ever since you came under my roof, had
given me so high an opinion of your
good principles and amiable disposition,
that it grieves me to the heart, to have
any cause to alter my opinion."
"And you need not alter it, dear



grandpa," cried Sybella. in a voice of
strong emotion; "for indeed and indeed,
I don't deserve that you should. I told
you the truth when I said I was come
to seek for Florence; and as for the desk,
I assure you, I never touched it."
Did you not know I had left the key
in the desk ?" asked Mr. Langlands, his
eye still fixed with a scrutinizing gaze
on the face of his grand-daughter. "I
think, if I remember right, I left you
and Florence sitting reading here, when
I went to bad that evening."
"Yes sir, I knew the key was in, for
Florence and I noticed it before we left



the room, but I never thought of it again
after," replied the young girl, meeting
the eye of her venerable relative with a
look of ingenuousness that almost stag-
gered his belief, though it appeared to
be founded on such self-evident facts.
"I was wakened by a noise that I could
not account for, and spoke to Florence,
and when she did not answer, I got up
intending to shake her, but I found she
was not in bed. I was alarmed at the
idea of her being in danger, and went
to seek for her, and when I first opened
the chamber-door, I saw a light in the
study, but it was put out directly after.



I was sure, however, that Florence was
there; so I went to her, but as she didn't
answer, I thought I would light the
lamp on the mantel-piece, and go down
stairs to her. On going across the room,
I struck my foot against something,
which caused me to make the noise that
alarmed you."
"And when I came out, we went to-
gether almost immediately to your room,
and found Florence quietly in bed and
sound asleep. All this I knew before,
Sybella, and believed it to be the effect
of a dream; but the note being missing,
has' thrown a different colouring over the



whole transaction, and I must say, that
the imputation cast upon Florence, adds
greatly to the enormity of your fault. I
could account for your self-deception
with regard to taking the money, and
could forgive your disobedience, in per-
severing in giving it contrary to my
wishes; but the attempt to cast suspicion
on your cousin, against the evidence of
my senses, discovers a frame of mind,
of which I little suspected you, and leads
me to rejoice that your mother is not
alive to see this day." As the old gen-
tleman said this, his voice trembled,
and the tears stood in his eyes; whilst



the poor girl, at his allusion to her mo-
ther, sobbed as if her heart were ready
to break.
"As I sincerely believe, Sybella, that
this is your first serious transgression, I
shall say no more on the subject, either
to yourself or any one else, and leave it
to your future conduct to remove the
painful impression that now rests on my
mind. You are very young, and the
character of a girl of twelve years old
has yet to be formed, and it shall be my
daily prayer, that you may in future so
conduct yourself, as to meet your dear
mother in heaven!"


"Oh yes," cried the weeping girl, in
an agony of distress, "I will indeed try
to meet you, my own darling mamma,
in heaven! You made me promise to
do so before you died, and never, never,
will I forget that promise." Mr. Lang-
lands, exceedingly affected at this burst
of feeling from his grand-daughter, left
the room, from the fear of being tempted
to restore her as usual to his favour,
which his judgment told him would be
contrary to his double duty as a parent
and a guardian.
To her sensitive mind, the coldness
with which he, from that time, thought



it right to treat the supposed culprit,
was far more painful than any severe
punishment would have been, for he re-
minded her continually, by every look
and word, that she no longer possessed
his esteem and confidence. It was true,
she had the support of her own conscious
rectitude to sustain her, but the degrad-
ing idea that she was suspected of any-
thing so disgraceful as that of stealing,
and still more, of trying to throw that
disgrace upon an innocent person, was
so hard to bear, that she sometimes felt
almost overpowered by it, and deprived
of almost all her usual energy and acti-



vity. Her lessons were neglected, and
when she sat down to the instrument
to practise, her fingers soon forgot to
move, and she sat in a mournful reverie,
grieving over the lost affection of one,
whom she had promised her mother ever
to love and venerate.
"What in the world is the matter
with you, Sybella?" exclaimed Florence
one day, on coming into the room and
finding her cousin sitting thus dejected.
" I declare, one would imagine you were
some forsaken damsel, mourning over
the loss of a faithless lover."
I am mourning over the loss of love,



though not of a lover,"' said Sybella,
her eyes swimming with tears as she
"What love can you possibly have
lost ?" asked her cousin; you, who
never do anything to offend a human
"I have lost grandpa's, for he sus-
pects me of having stolen a fifty dollar
note out of his desk, the night I got up
to seek for you." And as the conscien-
tious girl spoke, a deep blush suffused
her cheek, for she was ashamed even to
speak of such a suspicion being attached
to her.



"I am sure I would never distress
myself about that," returned Florence,
with an air of great carelessness. "The
old gentleman is nearly in his dotage,
and I dare say only fancies he had such
a note. He would soon forget it if you
would not keep him in mind of it, by
looking always so wo-begone."
He shows no signs of any such im-
becility," returned Sybella, "and I can-
not bear the idea of his entertaining
such an opinion of me."
"Oh, allow yourself to laugh and talk
as usual, and you will find that the
thing will be very soon forgotten; and



as Florence said this, she began to prac-
tise a new step, as if nothing was the
matter. Though from the moment that
she had heard of the note being missing,
Sybella had not had a moment's doubt
who was the person that had taken it,
she now almost persuaded herself that
she had been unjust in entertaining such
a suspicion; for she could hardly ima-
gine it possible that so much levity
could exist under such circumstances.
But she did not know how soon the
heart becomes callous when it once com-
mences the practice of vice, and how
rapidly the tender buds of virtue, like



the blossoms that have been exposed to
the cold easterly blasts of spring, be-
come seared and withered under its de-
structive influence.
But Florence had not made many
steps, before her attention was attracted
by a confused murmur of voices at the
front of the house, and going to the win-
dow, she saw a number of people, who
all seemed pressing forward to get a
sight of something near the front door.
Being equally curious with the rest, she
flew to the door, and opening it, she be-
held an object which made its way even
to her selfish heart. A number of men



were supporting a sort of hurdle, on
which lay the apparently lifeless body
of her brother, whom she had believed
at the time to be many miles off.
The alarm throughout the house was
soon given, a physician was immediately
sent for, and all necessary arrangements
were made for the invalid, who was in
time restored to consciousness, but not
to the power of utterance; and indeed,
had he been able to speak, he would
have been forbidden to do so, as he was
found 'to have burst a blood-vessel, and
had lost so large a quantity of blood as
to have brought his life into the most


imminent peril. Florence, the same
Florence who had seen with so much in-
difference, her amiable cousin drooping
in agony under a disgraceful suspicion
which she had herself drawn upon her,
-now proved incontestably that she
had a heart,- a heart, too, capable of
pure and holy feelings. What a pity
that the seeds of early virtues had not
been protected and nourished, when they
first began to shoot in her young bosom,
that they might have spread their roots,
and made that bosom a fertile garden,
instead of a barren waste, with the ex-
ception of this one single, verdant spot!



She watched over her dying brother
with unceasing solicitude, never leaving
him day or night, following every glance
of his eye, and interpreting with unerr-
ing promptness, his slightest hint. An
experienced nurse had been immediately
procured, and Sybella also was always
anxious to assist her in her labours; but
the devoted sister seemed jealous of any
one's administering to his wants but
herself; and in truth she performed the
duties in a manner that would have
done honour to a much older person.
All her care, however, was vain, and
the repeated effusion of blood soon prov-



ed that the victim was destined to sink
into an early grave. That he was anx-
ious, if possible, to prolong the boon of
life, was evinced by his strict obedience
to the commands of his physician to
avoid speaking, or using any exertion
that was likely to bring on the bleeding;
but at length, feeling that his earthly
existence was fast drawing to a close,
and his mind, doubtless, during the
many hours that he had lain motion-
less, being led to reflect soberly upon
his short but vicious career, and to sur-
vey the realities of life divested of all
their false colouring, he broke through



every restraint, and asked for his grand-
father and cousin.
They were soon by his bedside, when
he made a full confession of the circum-
stances which had produced such painful
consequences to poor Sybella. As he
was, however, only able to speak in very
short and unconnected sentences, we will
give his explanation to our young read-
ers in our own words. It seetAed that
his conduct at school had been of the
same character as that at home, and he
soon involved himself in difficulties, with
respect to money, from which he fre-
quently applied to his sister to relieve



him. A letter to that purpose had been
received the day previous to the memo-
rable night of which we have spoken;
and having noticed, before retiring to
bed, that her grand-father had left the
key in his desk, the idea occurred to
Florence of supf ying the deficiencies
of her own purse wifi a little of her rela-
tive's. She lay watching anxiously till
she was sure that her cousin was sound
asleep, when she proceeded to the study,
lighted the lamp, and having taken out
the fifty dollar note, was about to replace
the lamp on the mantel piece, when she
heard their chamber-door opened. She



immediately blew out the light, but in
her fright it fell from her hand, and she
durst not stay to pick it up, but hasten-
ed down the back stairs, exactly as Sy-
bella had conjectured. It need hardly
be explained that it was this lamp Sy-
bella had put her foot upon. Florence
dispatched the money the next day to
her brother, in the manner that Sybella
had noticed; but the unhappy boy, so
far from being benefited by a so much
larger supply than he had calculated on,
had made his teacher believe that his
grand-father wished him to pay them a
visit, and had then proceeded to spend



his money in company with some of his
worthless acquaintances, who lived Iuly
a few miles from Mr. Langlands' resi-
dence. The rupture of a blood-vessel,
which was now terminating his career
of vice, had been occasioned by a fall
from a horse, when on his way to the
house of an acquaintance, a short dis-
tance from his grand-father's, whither
he intended to send for Florence, whom
he wished to see before his return to
school. After giving as much of this
explanation as he was able, the dying
boy turned his eyes wistfully upon his
sister, and, uttering, in a faint but dis-



tinct voice the words, "Be good!" he
immediately expired.
For a long time, Florence was incon-
solable; for she had loved her brother
ardently, which, but for the errors that
it often led her into, would have been a
redeeming trait in her character; for we
can never wholly despair of any one who
is capable of the holy feeling of love.
As time, however, began to wear down
the keen edges of grief, and an occa-
sional smile was seen to irradiate her
beautiful face, Sybella noticed with ex-
treme regret, that the same coldness of
manner which had been so deeply


wounding to her own feelings, was per-
ceptible in the looks and manner of her
grand-father towards her cousin, whilst
to herself he was all kindness. To her,
it had been one of the severest punish-
ments that could have been inflicted;
but the young girl's judgment was suffi-
ciently ripened, to see that, with such
a disposition as Florence's, it would
have a very contrary effect. Her cousin
was too proud and cold to feel the tacit
reproof as she herself had done, and she
was convinced that, if she was to be won
to virtue and amiability, it must be by
affectionate encouragement, and not by



reproof. "Different constitutions when
diseased, call for different kinds of medi-
cine," argued the generous girl within
herself, "and some dispositions require
one kind of treatment, and some another;
and I must endeavour to convince grand-
pa, that severity will only harden Flor-
ence's heart, and lock it up in her own
We fear that many persons, much old-
er than Sybella, would have said, It is
too good for her. She deserves to have
some of the pain she so unfeelingly ex-
posed me to." But she, on the contrary,
watched an opportunity, when her cousin



was out of the way, and her grand-father
was seated in the large old hall, reading
the Bible, and laying her arm across
the book, she looked up in his face with
an expression of the tenderest entreaty,
and said, "Grandpa, I want to beg a
favour of you."
What is it, my child ? inquired the
old gentleman in the gentlest and most
affectionate tone, and putting his arm
over the neck of his grand-daughter as
he spoke; "I think I can almost ven-
ture before I hear it, to say it is granted;
for there is scarcely anything I would
not grant you, to atone for my recent



mistake in regard to your true character,
and to make up for what I have made
you suffer."
"Well, then, grandpa, will you be
kind to Florence, and never seem to re-
member that she has done anything
amiss ? "
"And can you, Sybella, bring yourself
to make such a request; you, who have
suffered so severely from her late un-
principled conduct ?"
"I love Florence exceedingly, dear
grandpa, and earnestly wish, of all
things, to see her as good as she is
beautiful; but I am sure she will never



be made so by being treated with cold-
ness or severity."7
"But ought we not to punish those
who have done wrong, Sybella?"
"Not always," replied the young girl,
her face kindling with animation, till it
almost looked beautiful; "if severity
would harden them, ought we not rather
to try and soften them with kindness? ?"
"And can you thus forgive your cou-
sin, for the shameful cruelty with which
she acted towards you, besides the
many times that I know she has treat-
ed you unkindly ?"
How often, grandpa, did Jesus tell



Peter L must forgive his brother?
Wasn't it till seventy times seven ? "
"True, my dear," replied Mr. Lang-
lands, his fine countenance beaming
with benevolence and affection. "But
you know, we are also told, that whom
the Lord loveth, he chasteneth."
"I know that; and if Florence had
not been conscious that she had done
wrong, it would be right for you to tell
her. But she knows it very well, and
you may depend upon it, you will be
more likely to succeed, if you try to
coax her to virtue, than if you endea-
vour to chastise her away from vice.



"Perhaps you are right; at all events,
it is the pleasanter course, and I shall
have a pleasure in adopting it, as a
mark of my respect for you."
If our young readers wish to know
how far Sybella's plan was successful,
we can only say, that her brother's
dying admonition, together with the
kindness of her cousin and grand-
father, made a considerable impression
on the young girl's mind; but her faults
had taken too deep a root ever to be
totally eradicated, and though admired
for her beauty and talents, Florence
was always too cold and selfish to be



beloved; whilst, on the contrary, the
gentle, amiable, and loving Sybella,
without either striking beauty or bril-
liant talent, was the delight of all who
knew her, and her sweet face was re-
called to remembrance, when the bright-
er beauty of her cousin was forgotten.



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