• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Presentation Page
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Preface
 Chapter I
 Chapter II
 Chapter III
 Chapter IV
 Chapter V
 Chapter VI
 Chapter VII
 Chapter VIII
 Chapter IX
 Chapter X
 Chapter XI
 Chapter XII
 Chapter XIII
 Chapter XIV
 Chapter XV
 Chapter XVI
 Chapter XVII
 Chapter XVIII
 Chapter XIX
 Chapter XX
 Chapter XXI
 Chapter XXII
 Chapter XXIII
 Chapter XXIV
 Chapter XXV
 Illustration
 Chapter XXVII
 Chapter XXVIII
 Chapter XXIX
 Chapter XXX
 Chapter XXXI
 Chapter XXXII
 Chapter XXXIII
 Chapter XXXIV
 Chapter XXXV
 Chapter XXXVI
 Chapter XXXVII
 Chapter XXXVIII
 Chapter XXXIX
 Chapter XL
 Chapter XLI
 Chapter XLII
 Back Matter
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: The lost father, or, Cecilia's triumph : a story of our own day
Title: The lost father, or, Cecilia's triumph
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 Material Information
Title: The lost father, or, Cecilia's triumph a story of our own day
Alternate Title: Cecilia's triumph
Physical Description: vi, 280 p., 2 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Holme, Daryl
Gouraud, Julie, b. ca. 1830
Nimmo, William Philip, 1831-1883 ( Publisher )
Constable, Thomas, 1812-1881 ( Printer )
Laplante, Charles, d. 1903 ( Illustrator )
Gauchard, Félix Jean ( Engraver )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Publisher: William P. Nimmo
Place of Publication: Edinburgh
Manufacturer: T. Constable
Publication Date: 1870
 Subjects
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Missing persons -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Domestics -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Generosity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fathers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1870   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre: Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: Scotland -- Edinburgh
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by Daryl Holme.
General Note: Based on Cécile, ou, La petite soeur by Mlle Julie Gouraud.
General Note: Some illustrations by C. Laplante and engraved by Gauchard, and presentation page drawn by Harrison Weir, printed in colors.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00023886
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002231612
notis - ALH1992
oclc - 56998691
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
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    Front Matter
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        Page 4
    Presentation Page
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    Frontispiece
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    Title Page
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    Preface
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    Chapter I
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    Chapter II
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    Chapter III
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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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    Chapter XII
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    Chapter XIII
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    Chapter XIV
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    Chapter XV
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    Chapter XVI
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    Chapter XVII
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    Chapter XVIII
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    Chapter XIX
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    Chapter XX
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    Chapter XXI
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    Chapter XXII
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    Chapter XXIII
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    Chapter XXIV
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    Chapter XXV
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    Illustration
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    Chapter XXVII
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    Chapter XXVIII
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    Chapter XXIX
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    Chapter XXX
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    Chapter XXXI
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    Chapter XXXIII
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    Chapter XXXIV
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    Chapter XXXV
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    Chapter XLII
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LOST FATHERORCECILIA'STRIUMPH.A Sta trg of gur aon bag.BY DARYL HOLMEEDINBURGH:WILLIAM P. NIMMO.i 870.


EDINBURGH: T. CONSTABLE,PRINTER TO THE QUEEN, AND TO) THE UNIVERSITY.


PREFACE.':'~: XIS story is the same in'build and is basedI on nearly the same incidents as MadameJulie Gouraud's Ccile, ou La Petite Sweur.it it is not a translation of that story-at least,I :in t:e mos common sense of the word trans-ion.- It is a' ransference rather than a translation.twriter of the story in English has transferred andpted oits materials and framework to new readers.has rewritten it in English. He has left out a few,d added a few, incidents. If to transfuse the spirita story into tastes and habits, as well as customsi rigious feelings, different from those originallydressed, be to translate, the writer may call this'sh story about a French family a translation. IfiWrord translation is not so elastic, it is a transference.;.d ta'ie;- has t -i&adde few iniens If to trnfstesii'A


vi PREFACE.And the writer sends the story forth in its English dress,with an earnest hope that the purity of heart and lifeproduced and preserved by firmness of purpose, kindnessof disposition, and sound religious feeling, which itscharacters llustrate, will be both admired and imitatedby many in their day. of sorrow or of gladness. It wasthe obvious presence of these features of character in theoriginal historiette which induced the English author totry and transfer it to such of the reading youth at homeas may not know french, or whose knowledge of that'language may not be so ample as to render the beautiesof a story quite evident.


THE LOST FATHER;i:-':' ORC :ECILIA'S TRIUMPH.?. CHAPTER I.F w HIS is a story of the good time present. Thejetty at Havre was very much crowded oneblowy day of April I851. If you thinksuch a crowd gathers only to see somethinghave never seen before, or which is to be seenrealyyo,; are a little simple, although, I have no+.,you are very good. The sight they came outaik at on this occasion, was one of the com-Wst to the good people of the port of Paris. ItI: arench ship returning from India, and 'enteringihaibour, up the narrow channel, and betweenstwo jetties which throw themselves out like eageriwelcome. A stage-coach when our fathers were, and a railway train now that we make them feelA


~2 LA BELLE FRANCE.growing old, was and is a power all potent to attractold and young, and set.them a staring in a crowd. Aship from India is, it must be admitted, by the verynature of distance, and the difference between land andwater, a much rarer sight. And this particular ship, onthat sulky April day, had a special claim on the sym-pathetic attentions of the crowd. A savage nor'-westerset on his wildest waves to buffet her, and everybody onthe jetty was, for a time, honestly afraid that the 'Grace'would sink to rest instead of sailing into the arms of theanxious haven. The people on board the 'Grace,' how-ever, had no such fears or feelings. She had sportedwith wilder winds, and danced with waves more presump-tuous, and in more dangerous seas. And the people onboard were wise in, their confidence. For in two hoursthe Grace' sailed proudly into the harbour, and lookedas if she expected applause from the kindly crowd whowere not slow to raise a very respectful noise.Among the passengers that landed from the 'Grace'were Mr. and Mrs. Halley. They were truly glad tolet their eyes rest again upon their own old town andhome. They had three children with them. Maurice'had reached the mature age of ten; and a proud younggentleman he looked, as he stood by his father's sideholding in his hand a beautiful cage of considerablesize. The cage contained a fine young parrot whichMaurice kept calling by all sorts of pet names, as oftenas he could withdraw his attention from his novel andexciting situation. Charles was only five years old as


HOME AND HAPPY.3OtprTetetded to no greater advancement initpor. little fellow was, frightened at thetle -on board, and alarmed at the rush andhi quay, so he took refuge from them all byFlose as he could to his mother. Cecilia,a:s of age, was sound asleep in the arms ofarrse, named Sally. Little sister Cissy re-o difference between sultry India and sunnylly's armns were the home and native landwith all the affection and patriotism sheret in her true .heart. There was nothing intie which drove Charlie to his mother toiomfortable sleep. Jacob, a faithful negro,iland busy after the luggage.eywas in business, in a very large way, bothd in foreign parts; and he both merited andhighest character as an upright man, andhonourable merchant. He had left Havreabout six years before our introduction toi: interesting family. .He was now come: -having made satisfactory arrangementsusiness in Calcutta; and his intention was,fkamily at'home, to go out by himself occa-1 see after his business and interests in- theiad retained some shadowy recollectionsi*iwhich he was born. And he kept tellingAe..voyage homeward, all about it, and aire,. ,;'You'll see,' he would say with


4LESSONS ANDIFLA Yladdish emphasis, 'what a jolly plact Havre is-whatlots of parrots and monkeys And or house is thefinest in all Ingouville; and it looks out upon the sea.We shan't get roasted there the same as we are in India.And Sally needn't try to make us go to bed in the day-time. We shall have such nice walks together; and wewill run down our own garden to the shore. Sha'n'twe have such fun, Charlie !'All this, good-hearted, kindly brother as it showedMaster Maurice to be, was rather exacting on the con-stancy of fortune. But she tried not to be fickle to theboys for jnce in a way. Mr. Halley's residence atIngouville, a suburb of Havre, was really delightful, andin a few days they all felt quite at home in their oldnew house-including Sally and Jacob. Cissy, it istrue, was rather behind in her ideas on geography:But she heard her brothers shouting that this wasFrance, and it was such fun, and she tried to say'France' and such-fun' after them.The education of the boys had now to be attendedto, and it was fairly set agoing without any delay. Andwhat merry hours of play were theirs They would goat one time as far as St. Adresse, at another time toGraville, and they would find their way by lots of bye-paths never discovered by Parisian tourists or traders.Paris Street, the noble main street lined with spacioushouses and splendid shops; and the quays where theysaw the parrots, the canaries, and th6 monkeys, werewonders of the world to them. Mr. Halley soo'- c-t ',*D''2 \


"*LITTLE SISTER. 5i' :Maurice great firmness of character andahde intended to bring him up to be his suc-b the business. To be a great voyager, to dis--te countries, and to write books of his ownnes by sea and land, were the boyish ambitiontes, as they have been the darling wish of manyy and daring boy besides. The two boys, ofins so unlike, resembled each other closely ing. And it would be so pleasant to find this onecharacter, in which they were so like each other,famrly where there are brothers and sisters, orSiaster, as the case was with them. They werels in their love for their little ister Theyied of course, as brothers always do; :but neveriiesence of Cissy. They vied with each other totghings that would please her. It was quite a:f strife who would be allowed to carry her.e-p and diplomatic were the grave discussionse important question at issue was, -who was tosorie special favour which-was at her disposal.inn theywere all impatience to go out and play,i,' 'Your fittle sister is asleep, and you mustwtwtill she goes with you,' their readiness to re-it till she awoke and was dressed was some-eautiful to see.gS-.:iso use of saying, after all this, that theHIJwe:t a happy family. Mrs. Halley's dearestbe among her children, while their fatherfand attended to his business. And Mr.,'^]W.. :


: *- : a : : .1*.'^ .- V. :6 LOWERING CLO DS.Halley never spent his evenings away om his wife andfamily. .And thus they lived while several of their own,pleasant years passed over-them. They had, theircountry-house for the summer, and Mrs. Halley went.regularly and stayed in it, while Mr. Halley came asoften and as long as business would allow. But at thebeginning of October she always returned to Havre,.and remained closely attentive to all her house o'duties, one of the most important of which, she felt, wasto superintend the lessons of her boys.By-and-bye, however, bad news from abroad renderedit quite necessary that Mr. Halley should pay a visit toCalcutta. When his.intention became known, you maybe sure it was a great trouble to .his wife and children,and also to Sally and Jacob. ,It was something inCharles's way of thinking, however;.and although hewas neither asked nor, indeed, answered, he yet feltthat his opinion must be given; and it was this: 'Imust go with papa. He must take me. I 'shall bevery useful.' About the end of January I855, at threeo'clock in the afternoon of-a grey, raw, depressing sortof a day, Mr. Halley went: on board an Indiaman.Mrs. Halley and the children, and Sally and Jacob,were all there to say and look a farewell which allfelt to be very sad; but' Mrs. Halley tried to lighten it.by minute attention to every little comfort for herhusband. The thick black column of smoke soonlgins to darken the dulness of the hour; the numberscoming and going become greater and more confused;


*She is off.-Page 8.


8" LE FTBEHIND.every voice is hushed, but the irregular see-saw chorusof the sailors, varied by the peremptory orders of thechief mate; the passengers say and smile or sigh theirgood-byes to their friends still a moment beside them;the bell rings; they must go ashore. 'The steamer be-gins to move; she widens out from the' quay; shelurches; she is off! See how people run along thepier, and shift their positions to catch and give anotherlast look or sign. She is out of sight.Mrs. Halley's heart was very sad when they gothome; but she was not a weak woman. Maurice,Charles, and Cecilia did what they could to shed onmamma and on each other the comfort they all felt inneed of. All their talk was about papa. Maurice tooka tnap, and, with a feeling and show of considerableimportance, let Charles see the' route the Amelia'would follow on her voyage to Calcutta.It would be pleasant if there was no sadness in theworld. It would not be needed in stories then, and itwould find no place in histories. It would be sopleasant to have to tell of Maurice, and Charles, andCecilia-whom all, I am sure, have begtin to love-asawaiting the prosperous return of their papa after ashort absence, and, all the time, as happy and contentas they were dutiful and beautiful. But histories arenot stories, and stories are not fables. Life is full ofdifficulties.. Difficulties are nearly allied to misfor-tunes; and it 'would be unwise to keep the youngfrom such gentle instruction in this sad truth as story*:,*'b .'


THE THUNDER-BOL T9:ty may supply before they encounter it ini;jlwhen Mr. Halley arrived in Calcutta, he foundIf a ruined man. The agent he had trusted hadunworthy of his confidence; and all the avail-drofits 6f a long life of arduous toil were scarcelyent to preserve the credit of the house of Halley.ireadfil news was rendered all the darker to poorHalley, that her husband added to all its sad de-anlitimation that-he had resolved not to come!abut to stay abroad and accept the hospitalityitection a friend had offered him.-,d that all this were only the invention of aAiBut, no misfortunes are on us when they areinBour thoughts. If those children could haveAer mother's heart at the very crisis of thisy, they would have learned a little of how muchee beloved.


iCHAPTER II.RS. HALLEY'S grief was overwhelming, but 'it was allIon account of her children.Whenever her sorrow found a voice, it wasan inquiry, how she was to get thembrought up 1 Ruined, and not seeing how she couldmake any of her own resources available to -procurethe necessary means, would she ever be able to followout the-plan of education sketched for the children bytheir father And poor little Cecilia! what was tobecome of herIn the- meantime, some friends undertook to makethe best of what remained of the business at Havre.But it was all to no purpose. Money could not be got,when the property was gone. And all the income that ;could be scraped together was quite gmequal to the 'wants of the family, however much economy Mrs.Halley might exercise. Still there was an attempt to-hope that Mr. Halley would succeed in some new -aendeavour to retrieve fortune and pos/in. But thehouse at Ingouville had to be sold. -Mrs. Halley10


-JACOB'S DEVOTION. ZAidest apartments in Havre; and there beingfieed'-of a staff of servants, they had all to be:t. But Sally, the faithful nurse, still vigorous*-- at sixty, could neither go nor be let go. Soiilated upon her own willing heart and handsduties of nurse, cook, house-maid, and lady's-A for Jacob, the good old negro, it was uselessr:of dismissing him. He took the matter ini hands, and said,-'Me not go. Me remainod missus and little missus. Me die at detne not allowed to come into de house.'0ialley neither wished nor tried to be rid ofhfu creature. She knew how necessary his*ere to the children. With tears in her eyes,I Jacob to stay, and could not help smiling atntand touching speech. With what impatiencey:all await the arrival of a mail from India!iley and the children were always hoveringjetty to see every steamer that arrived. The*eof one in the harbour was always an excuseevial of a hope. Then they would go hometo-be calm till the postman came round withers. :With their eyes fixed on the pendulumuld count the seconds till he rang the bell.mother and- children would give a start,.uiah. they expected it. Maurice and Charlesilfto the postman, and both make a grasp atAtjad the one who was fortunate enough to+l4it, would bring it to his mother with the


12 SHADEAND SUNSHINE.triumphant air of a conqueror. In this manner mattersshaped themselves tolerably. But it was difficult inMrs. Halley's circumstances to take short views ofthings. And she could not help reflecting what a timeit would be before her husband would be able to realizesome money and send it home to his family;The children were growing. The boys had to goto school now, for private tuition was too expensive.Cecilia stayed at home, but as yet she only played her-self by her mother. She had no longer an opportunityof making the circuit of a large drawing-room, riding onthe back of Jacob, and amusing herself with his leapingand shouting: But the inventive Jacob fell upon agreat many things that would please his little mistress.Already he had made a careful collection of prettyshells to be found along the beach, and great wasCecilia's admiration of them. Jacob ornamented her /doll's house with some of these shells. Between himand Cecilia the clock in the dining-room was richlybordered with shells of a rosy hue. In fact, the goodnegro had quite a genius for pleasing children. Cecilia'spride was Jacob's shoulder, on the days on which theytook long walks under-the affectionate care of him'and Sally.Letters from India arrived less and less frequently.The last one, however, had held out some hope thatthey were not to be astonished if they received an earlyvisit. Mr. Halley'-did not specify any time, but whilegiving his wife and children what encouragement he


Cecilia's pride was Jacob's shoulder.-Page 12.13


14 THE FIATAL SHIPWRECK.could, he left them. to indulge in the expectation of asurprise, which would speedily drive away'the memoryof his absence and all the pain it had cost them. Stilla year slipped over without their hearing any furtherword of the wanderer. About thistime, Mrs. Halleyread in the papers or heard of a shipwreck on the coastof Ceylon, and henceforth a fixed belief took possessionof her mind that her husband had perished in it.Indeed, from the day on which Mrs. Halley learnedof this shipwreck, the signs of a fatal consumption beganto be painfully manifest in her. The sight of the har-bour and every sound of a storm awoke terrors in herwhich the doctor and her friends had no means of allay-ing. Accordingly, they-all concluded that if this unfor-tunate lady, in whom they .all took such an interest,continued to stay in Havre, it would beat the imminentrisk of her life. Mrs. Halley cold not help knowingthe danger she was in, but she strove; anxiously not toacknowledge it even to herself. Occasionally she wouldlet her heart speak for itself to the quick and ready sym-pathies of the faithful old nurse. And Sally had alwayssome wise words of hope to set against the too real fearsof the mistress she loved.'Well, ma'am,' Sally would say, I feel, as sure as Iam alive, that master is not dead- Nothing can makeme give over hoping. And my heart has never playedme any tricks yet. And wherever he is, he is nrot for-getful of us. He is not content and happy, I am certainof that. I believe the poor dear gentleman is at this


::_: _.-___. L_:____-SALL Y'S FAITH 15very much from the thought that he is*i.a e the appearance of forgetting us.'or:children,' Mrs. Halley would reply,eubject as if she had no wish to weakeneofi the argument of Sally's heart, 'how do youtshalI succeed in getting them settled Whatydo you think would suit them Vleally' don't know, ma'am. But I know this, thatdied and left my poor mother with seven chil-trhat in a short year she followed him into thelid, and left us poor orphans all alone, and that;good hour of the day we have all been pro-; i God is kind, ma'am. There is no danger oftting us.' ,:'fiith of the good old woman was a prop to thef-ge of Mrs. Halley. And as often as she gazed~Cecilia's bright and joyous looks, the mother hadW^'eet smiles for her child. There is nothing more( 'than that in this world things don't come to pass:'propose or expect. The world is full of surprisesy:or of sorrow. Who could have foreseen that a:; dousin, a lady whom Mrs. Halley scarcely knew,i'.flortunately leave her heir to a small inland estateIt~oraine, at the very time when the sea-air of HavreS'becoming more than her failing health could:d.: One morning the postman brought a letter fromiuts None of the family had any correspondenceh that town. Mrs. Halley opened the letter with apgee of feeling she could not account for, and this


I6GOD I$ GOOD.emotion deepened very much and equally unaccount-ably when she read the heading, 'Office of iMr. De-lorme, Notary.' It would be difficult to tell what thoughttook possession of her mind at the time; but she saidto Maurice,-'Read it first yourself, and tell me what it is, about.'Maurice had scarcely begun reading when he saidaloud,-'.Not at all, mother, I shall read it out, listen :' "MADAM,-I have the honour to inform you thatMrs. Eugenia Lemay, a cousin of your grandmother,has left you by her will a country-house, situated at St.Ragonde, near Tours, in the department Qf Indre-and-Loire. This legacy comprises two vineyards, and you canenter upon possession from this date. The succession-dues are paid in advance.-Believe me, Madam,"' etc.'This is the doing of God!' exclaimed Sally in asort of ecstasy of reverent triumph. 'Neither morenor less than a country-house in Touraine, in the middleof the garden of France, in that country to which every-body who can goes to for the sake of the air! Yousee, ma'am, that whatever it was that told me not todespair, it hasn't been a will-o'-the-wisp!'Mrs. Halley could do nothing but weep for joy. Shelet the children have their own way while they wereburying her with kisses. The children could all under-stand the benefit 9f this inheritance, but its'specialcharm was that it would be good for mamma.I


'ULSE IN TUNE.It;.. Sy were for packing up and being offji flut they soon saw that this would notilxiunary. Sally was thinking of this whenti what a handsome New-Year's gift the- got. And after she got the eagerness ofpulse under command, she was the first toI the difficulties of a removal at this time ofSupposing the change made as successfullyossible, it would be sure to be hurtful to thelhOseemed to be growing weaker every day.d to Stay in Havre till the spring.s


CHAPTER III.B AURICE was sixteen years of age. HowE l time rushes on! He was now old enoughI I -in heart if not in years-to feel and exer-cise the responsibilities of the male head ofhis family. He resolved to go and see Mr. Delorme.He must visit the estate; and he would require to make'all the arrangements necqssary to render the journeyfrom Havre to Tours both safe and pleasant for hismother. The imagination of Charles and Cecilia wentvigorously to work. -Their new house was a noblemansion. Every day a thousand'plans for enjoyilig itarid all its surroundings were laid down, and laid aside,since they had plenty to spare. Cecilia would have aswing in a nice avenue so closely planted with beauti-ful trees that it would be warm and dim at mid-day;'and she would get Jacob. to catch all the pretty birdsjand put them in fine cages, Where they would behappier than they could be out in the fields, and in thecold, with nobody to feed them, or to praise them forsinging.18. I~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* w*~ ^ '!


i -AND FEARS.I9li enence was of a very different kind.-oe of those true lives which advanceleaying youth all behind. So she tooui of imagination; but it was the quietl pa sense of sincere thankfulness for good-;eiry. How good it was of Mrs. Lemay, a;i.st~at, to leave her a home: in her presentiE of failing health and vanished wealth!Could attend still more carefully to her chil-te- n and general training. She would be'ieSsSity of letting her darlings experienceiwaes of want which leave such traces ofdes of gloom all through the after life.Ipirit is permanently affected by its atmo-ether of want or of wealth.iter of x857 w* very rough. For severalagreeable north-west wind tried the strongest,ed the delicate, in Havre. Mrs. Halley didi all. She was apparently declining. Sally,faith unfeigned, began to be a little lessiher predictions of how far all would yethe xdid not speak with so much assurance,m-.every day kept saying that her heart mustaot till the middle of March that Mauriceiwenuient to visit Tours. He went there,! ivwas received by Mr; Delorme with alldikindness. The good notary was one ofgaen not to be met with every day, who


20 MRS. LERA Y'S MOTIVE.had acquired the secret of preserving his heart sacredfrom indifference. The evil spirit of this kind of badheartedness is ever on the alert to assail the men whoselives are devoted to business. It had assailed Mr.Delorme in vain. He received Maurice with cordial,good feeling. He told him a great many things aboutMrs. Lemay, a client whose memory he respected verymuch, and how she had been led to appoint his motherher heir.'One day-it is a good many years since then'-said Mr. Delorme, 'Miss Eugenia met your mother, whowas only a child, at a house where they were drawing alottery. Miss Eugenia was not pleased with what shehad drawn, and she proposed to several of the youngpeople- present to exchange for something she tookmore of a fancy for. The young ladies refused, and asMrs. Lemay used to tell me, not very graciously either.And when little Caroline, your mother-as she then wasand was called-observed this, she came forward of herown accord, and made offer of a very acceptable ex-change. Miss Eugenia was delighted with this atten-tion and the disposition it showed; and she made upher mind that she would, some day or other, give sub-stantial proof of how much value she put upon it. Shemeant to have done something to show this long ago;but circumstances did not permit her. Indeed Mrs.Lemay never saw your mother after that day. But beingleft a widow, and having no children, when she learnedfrom a person from Havre about-what had befallen vour1


TCE IN TO URS.21i for me, and said,-" I have now anrf ttnity of showing the same kind of feel-?e:ousin as she showed to me a long time.I ot heard of some of my other relations fors. 'And I have made up my mind to leavei to Mrs. Halley.""lady, she has taken everything into con-b rehand. She has arranged for yourtering on the possession of her little propertyybuirensome taxes or any other drawbacksth. She' left in my hands a sum of moneygsei'when she deposited the will with me.io objections, we shall go to-morrow to St.-that is the hamlet in which your mother'sis situated.')rme asked Maurice to stay to dinner.eepted the invitation, and was introduced toi sxy's family. And from that day he wasi'nd, but an established favourite with themgot. mother full particulars of all heaw during this visit. He gave her a glowingof Tours, and its bridges, and the quays,ttheq Mall, and so many other things, alli of fascination to an ingenuous young man.ve all things, in raptures about the mildnessa.t. Already, in March, the trees were ine*as quite sure his mother would soon getwellagain in this beautiful country.


22 FIRST VISIT TO ST RADEGONDE.Next day, Mr. Delorme and Maurice went to St. Rade-gondie. Theykept along the embankment of the Loiretill they came to a road, up which they plodded vigor-ously, notwithstanding the fact that it was in a statewhich might have been a great deal bettqr, consideringthe time of the year it was. 'It is quite clear,' thoughtMaurice to himself, while wading through the mud andsinking nearly to the knees in it, that our new house issomething less than a noble mansion.''We might have come to St. Radegonde through St.Symphorien,' said Mr. Delorme, whose tnoughts hadevidently been different from those of Maurice, but wepeople of Tours are proud of our Loire and its embank-ment, and I was anxious to let you see what a fine walkwe can take. At all events, we are at our journey's end.Here is one of the vineyards which I mentioned in myletter as part of the property,-and a very nice little bit ofproperty it is, as you see. That gray-coloured door tothe right there is the entrance to the house.'As Mr. Delorme and Maurice drew near, a dog beganto bark, and the two men who were working. ih thevineyard made their appearance, and saluted-them re-spectfully, at the same time eying the young stranger;attentively from head to foot. The door was open. In |a court of moderate size, there stood to the left a houseof moderate dimensions. The visitors seemed to havebeen expected. Dupain, the farmerha openedtheshutters, but he had made no attempt to put things in ,order. The furniture was thickly laid with dust. Anda 4


hSt little table she signed her wilL-Page 24.


24 SACRED TO GRATITUDE.the sun just let into the, rooms did not conceal any ofthe dust that had not settled on the furniture. All thisthe better. It was exactly that sort of sunshine thatMaurice desired for his mother. When Mrs. Lemay'sarm-chair was pointed out tg him, he gazed on it withtenderness.. He thought of the kind lady who hadbequeathed to them all this inheritance.'Mrs. Lemay sat in that corner, and I sat here,' saidthe notary, 'when she communicated to me her inten-tions regarding this property. On this little table shesigned her will.'Maurice felt unable'to, say anything in reply. Hefelt as if he had been introduced personally to the gener-ous benefactress of his mother, his dear little sister, hisbrother, and himself And his gratitude seemed to mis-interpret itself. At least, so; thought Maurice, while the/embarrassment which proper feeling experiences in hepresence of a superior and a stranger kept him silent.The house itself was. soon gone over. it containedthree roomson the ground-floor, and two up-stairs. Aconvenient little kitchen stood on the other side of thecourt.They stepped out into the garden-which stood in frontof.the house. Two large fig-trees planted at the gardengate were something new to 'Maurice, and produced asmile of real satisfaction. Two fine ornamental rose-trees were adornments to the garden, and their budswere just beginning to spread; two walks, bordered withstrawberries, behind which was some neat lattice-work,


:D WNING SIGNIFICANCE. 25|oi:~tgm of the garden, where there was anothershig the window of the vine-keeper's cottage.ipie and Maurice went into the wine-press, thepo~rtant apartment in a wine-grower's establish-After looking at all the other offices, they enteredvieyard planted along both sides with almond-The almonds were then in blossom. Now fort time Maurice began to feel what it was to be a*tor. He let his eyes wander left and right, andFer a considerable time did he bring himself tod, and that single word was, 'Wonderful!'.notary entered into a great many particularsneed not be recorded here. He understoode's feelings, and with a sense of kindred triumphi all round the vineyard, and lost no opportunityHening in his mind a proper sense of the value ofsessions.a.they came to the other end of the vineyard,elome opened a door, and stepping out on a roadAalong both sides with poplars, he said,-ien you wish to get on to the embankment to gomoutier, or to take a constitutional, you can getSway.'irice felt the emotions of sadness and gladness| ;ng within him. He felt with all its significanceportance his title of eldest son of the family.tle property was all his to look after. Howhe set about it He really did not know.IDeorme seemed to read the thoughts of the in-


26FUTURE FA VO URS.genuous youth, who had not yet learned to vail or trans-mute the living language of his looks. And he said, Ishall be very glad to give you all the assistance in mypower. And I venture. to think, if we use the best.wisdom my experience mayahave put at your service,things will not go far wrong.'Maurice seized the hand which was held out to him,while these words were being uttered, indeed, as a partof the utterance.While Mr. Delorme and Maurice were thus lookingover the little estate, MrS. Dupain and her daughter-Mary had spread a very comfortable meal in thedining-room. It was. no repast got up in a hurry andunepectedly. Ham and eggs were nicely cooked.And there was some fine fresh butter. The peasant ofTouraine has no miscellaneous generosity about him.But like all peasants he has a keen instinct of his owninterests. And this meal was served up with quite aclear conviction that it was for the new master. Wineof their own making was on the table. And Maurice,inspite of his modesty and inexperience, felt that thegrapes had been grown oh the estate that was now his,or his mother's, which was all the same. He not onlyfelt this, but he showed that he was in no wise unwill-ing to acknowledge the feeling by drinking a glass witha sense of the importance of the position he had justacquired.The weather that day was splendid, and this madetie-heritage look larger in his eyes. The feeling about


!?ALdL LOOKS WELL. 27g a mansion was all gone now. St.~ifs' burnished up with the light of heaven.:the stillness amid vitality, and that beauti-health in his beams, all seemed to Mauriceries for his mother.i land came round by St. Symphorien, forae's residence was in that suburb. Ourietor hastened to write to his mother theof his journey. He wrote also that he wasie without further delay.


CHAPTER IV.HARLES and Cecilia, under the care ofthe all-interested Jacob, were waiting for ouryoung traveller at the railway station. Itwas quite a sight to see the gladness ofthese three children at being reunited. So pure it was.Maurice had become a very important person in theeyes of his brother and sister. This did not need to beput in so many words. They looked their sense of hisimportance. He had just returned from a very longjourney. Tours was far away, and their brother hadbeen at Tours. To go to Tours he had had to passthrough Paris. And to all he had heard and seen theywere delighted to listen for hours.Mrs. Halley was pleased when she learned the/exactnature of the modest inheritance her cousin had lefther. Had the house been larger, it would have been toolarge for her to manage. She might, in such a case,have had to sell it. What she wanted was just such aquiet retreat, where she could live within the compass ofher limited means. But difficulties intrude themselves28


idl IT MAYBE FOR EVER. 29Al our inheritances. Unexpected obstacles arose:i&rs Halley's reflections on her happy deliveranceihpressing want. How was the education of thedren to be carried on in the country? This wastther opportunity for the force of Sally's simple faith;shle entreated her mistress not to rush faster thant r'ilway train: 'We shall see when we get there,'the good old nurse.s.iHalley's friends took a kindly and active interestier preparations for removal. But regrets saddenedKoy at leaving Havre. That port of her long, weary"tations, the very sight of which had so often stungf: heart with grief, seemed, as the time to leave it!- near, more dear to her than she had ever beenl of.Te spring of that year whose winter had been sogh was mild and beautiful. It was now April, the/ith in which they used to go to the coast in suchits.; Strangers were flocking in to see and admireh arbour she was leaving without a ray of hope ofr riturning to it again.thienovelty was all joy to the two younger children.saffects only walls that are old. The indifferenceahwhich Charles and Cecilia abandoned the scenesy had loved so well was complete.' They wereig their treasures with them to their new abode.iey were not going to be separated from the parrot,/ canaries, and the ship which Jacob had rigged.The journey was got over. Every precaution was


30 ARRIVED IN SAFETY.foreseen, and all necessary care was taken for the un-complaining invalid. They arrived at Tours, where sherested for two days. During these two days Mauriceand Sally were at St. Radegonde making everythingcomfortable-for her arrival.If Maurice had created a sensation when he came toSt. Radegonde on his preliminary visit, it was nothingto the interest awakened when a hired carriage, aftertriumphing over all the ruts and risings of the narrowill-kept road from St. Symphorien to that little village,stopped at the door of his mother's new abode. Cecilia,leaning out of the carriage window, produced the hap-piest impression upon the peasants; and when shealighted, with her soft black eyes, her looks brightand beaming with gentleness and kindness, and herauburn hair in curl, she was at once the darling of all,and all smiled their acknowledgment of this feeling.Mrs. Halley addressed with difficulty a few gracefulwords to those who received. her and her family withsuch marks of respect. Maurice was already an oldacquaintance, and all the 'Good-days' were addressedto him, in full confidence of this being an admitted fact.Of the new-comers to St Radegonde, none was thecentre of so much wonderment and gaze as Jacob. Anegro was something, if not unheard of, at least hithertoPunseen, in this hamlet. The peasant children fled in-fright; but Sally got hold of one as he attempted, inhis alarm, to be off, and said to him, 'My dear boy,his feelings are as white as his face is black. You will


:-FANCY AND FACT. 31n come to like him.' There is not a kinderJtw among you.'aS peech took considerable effect. Although| did'not make them all feel all she meant, shehed upon feelings which would soon-rouse them-veS Up into that respect which Jacob's charactere failed to awaken-the faithful old servant thatiwas.aly and Jacob very soon reduced the house to order.s. Halley took possession of the room on the ground-,~ which had the best exposure to the sun. Cecilia'snations were a good deal abashed. She expectedI walks, and only found vineyards. But she wasily reconciled to this, as to every other contradictionhar own creations; and she at once got hold ofioWs hand to take a walk round the vineyards; andf:re they.ended their walk, they had made the ac-aetance of the dog and the poultry, and all thenizens of the court and the outer offices.Chrles had one serious difficulty in the way ofing down. There was no water to sail, his ship in.ittng it neatly upon a shelf was a very different sortlayfrom launching it in the large pond he expected.:there was no help for it. There was not a pondro~wn a fly in at St. Radegonde, much less to sail! fine large ship which Jacob had built This absencewater seemed a very different affair to Sally. Sheld now let Cecilia run about without fear of a drown-gcatastrophe; and such fear is a very natural product


32 CECILIA AND JACOB.in the mind of a prudent nurse, whose ward is a lively, -rollicking, bounding girl of eight years of age.Mr. Delorme did not fail of due attention to Mrs.Halley. He at once evinced the same earnest interestin her as he had already shown to Maurice. His adviceand assistance were invaluable. And there was no in-terruption in the education of Maurice and Charles.They were sent to the best school at Tours.Cecilia had not yet commenced her studies. Andauthority miscarried in all its attempts to keep the littlemaiden within doors. With a flopping round hat onher head, she took part in all the out-door occupationsof Jacob. For, you must know, Jacob had constitutedhimself head ,and under gardener without waiting fororders to that effect He and Cecilia busied themselvesin attention to all the external specimens of animal andvegetable life that seemed to be in any need of theirassistance. This was often a source of sore trouble toSally. She would feel it necessary to search for themfar and near. And after she had got the chief object ofher solicitude in the house, the little truant would layherself comfortably down and go asleep on the sofa inher mother's room. That the sofa should be in thisroom was a special stipulation, since nothing gave Mrs.Halley such pleasure as to gaze on the freshness andbrightness of this child of her heart.It was now six months since the family had settled intheir new abode, and it was vintage-time. It is moreeasy to state these facts than to tell the transports which


D FOR THE VINATAGE.33,l'i'f wrought in the soul of Cecilia. Sally fitted'a dress for the occasion. Her skirt was of'4ruget, as were those of the peasant girls. Ande!m, too, she must wear wooden shoes. A redtied round her head, warm mittens on heri-a basket on her arm, and a pruning knife toeieompleted bur young dosire's equipment for the~pg Thus arrayed she sallied forth with Jacob to.irk, without waiting for the melting of the hoarThe morning mist with the sun staring through,l and as large as a harvest moon, were just theidings that were wanted for Cecilia's new sensa-7When she arrived at the scene of operations allumage turned round to look at her, and every onepettinword to say to her.e course of the morning Cecilia's basket gotth the fihest grapes, and her nose and her handsed.' She also ate up the bread which Sally hadinto her basket. By-and-by Jacob got her onc, and pretended to be like to sink under the'And thus he proceeded home to the door of the-room, outrun by the -merry ringing laugh of hisiful burden.ilia ran to her mother to show her well-filled, eand she bargained for as many kisses as she hadody hoped Mrs. alley would recover. She,t own soul, had given up all hope. She was aloneis ldespair. How sadly she used to look at herc


34 MRS. HALLE Y'S DEATH.darlings 1 And she spoke of them to herself as her poororphans. Even Sally oftenbetrayed by her sighs thather hope was dying.Still, invalid and all as she was, their mother was notaway from them. She was not able to busy herselfabout her children, but they had her to look at, and tokiss and embrace morning, noon, and night. Andalways-when Maurice and Charles came home frontschool, they had such lots of things to tell their mothelof all that happened through the day. And Cecilia hadoften to run and caress her mother, and speak of herchildish joys and sorrows.This was another severe winter for the poor invalid,.and she suffered a great deal. She was evidently sink.ing every day; and now all hope was lost to allMaurice stayed away from school, and was always athome. It might have been thought, and it would nothave been far wrong, that, young as he was, he wishedto ripen his experience, and to draw inspiration fromthe heart of his dying mother, to prepare him for all theduties her death would impose on him.Soon the doctor began to count the days of her life;then to number its hours. And at last this best ofmothers and meekest of sufferers died in the arms of thegentle Sally, while Maurice and Charles held her hand,and Jacob looked on, his eyes both a-start with grief.Cecilia was not present at the Very last. Mrs. De-lorme had taken her-away to the country with the kindlyintention that the child should not associate her mother


' sadly she used to look at her darlings !-PAGE 34.


36. RE VELA TION OF SORRO W.with death, nor with the gloom of a coffin ad a funeral.The child amused herself as well as she could. Bu1this intended kindness turned out to be in some sensecruel. When she came home again and did not findher mother, and seemed to realize for herself that hermother was away never to come back and kiss her,any more, her little heart seemed to burst with sorrow.The tender arms of Sally were her refuge, as they hadbeen in infancy. There she was encouraged to weepher fill. There she felt herself protected from the unde-fined ill that was all around her. Her new black dressfrightened her, even after she knew Sally had made it.Maurice and Charls tried to look cheerful to reassureher. They felt their tle siter a treasure tobe tenderlyguarded.


r..' -CHAPTER V.HE death of Mrs. Halley aroused a great dealof active sympathy. People could not helploving the orphans; and the prevailing feel-s ing was,' What is to be done for them? TheI till young, and that dear child, she is so en-g it is heartrending.'E people have a charm about them, and theyffection even from those whose acquaintance withsoof the most superficial kind. Mrs. Halley wasthese charming individuals. Her neighbours hadpleasure in visiting her. To take to her some earlyC a bouquet of their choicest flowers was betterrteiving them. Then the mystery about herid intensified the interest naturally felt in her as aI and devoted mother. And above all, Mrs.was the friend of the poor. She, and Sally con-wih her, could always find something to spare*r limited income for those who had no incomeand Mrs. Delorme's care and affection for the87


38 KINDNESS AND PLANS.children knew no limits. The day after Mrs. Halley'sfuneral; Mr. Delorme went up to St. Radegonde to ex-plain to Maurice a plan he and his wife had formed fortheir future. At the sight of the good man, Maurice felthis heart relieved.. It seemed that, under Providence,their help was to come from him.'Maurice, my dear boy,' said Mr. Delorme, I shouldlike to have you in my office. Do you think you wouldlike it'i To be with you, sir, would be the best thing thatcould happen me,' replied Maurice. 'But I have noinfluence, and they say that, without influence, it is im-possible to succeed in your profession.''In general I am in the habit of taking short views ofthings,' was the notary's answer. 'I never ask how Imight cross the Loire if I had no boat. The one thingneedful for you just now is a situation. You have re-ceived a good education. You have worked hard; and,God bless you, you have been right I wish you hadhad less occasion to be so over anxious in your youthas I have observed you to be. I think you had bettercome to my office. As for Charles, I have been think-ing of him too, We had better let him go to schoolanother year. And I shall advise him then to take asituation in Mr. Rose's warehouse. It is one of the besthouses in Tours. The situation will be easily procured,and I hope Charles will have no objections to it.''But I wished to be a sailor,' said poor Charles;'and to go to the country where dear papa went to.'C'c


NOT A SAILOR.39oy,'said Mr. Delorme, 'you will get over that'An, you know, you have had no educationa sailor; and, what settles it, you are beyondat which they admit pupils to be trained forI oafession.'n I will burn my ship,' said the boy.Vit mustn't do that either. Keep it You will likeFsome day of the brave thoughts it awakenedi,' wa the wise reply.eSltia: was present during all this conversation.iichild, she was never happy away from herIien Mr. Delorme left, Maurice told Sally all thatFbeen said. She was pleased beyond expressioni ilr Delorme's proposals. And she set at oncetve Charles's objections to entering Mr. Rose'syment. The Roses are good people,' was Sally'sof :remark.One imorning last winter, when it was so cold, Mrs.-e'met a poor woman who-was shivering. What didiuRose dot Well, she looked to the right, and toeft and when she saw there was nobody about,took off her own flannel petticoat and gave it topoor woman, a working man's wife, and went on asy as if she had done nothing. I should think it abilessing, Charles dear, to be allowed to enter the:bf such people.'axies yielded with a good grace. Maurice andbad a long conference about household matters.


40 ALL AT WORK.But Sally's judgment was so sound he never thought ofquestioning anything she proposed. It was agreed onbetween them, as to himself, that he should be guidedentirely by Mr. Delorme. Sally and Jacob set them-selves industriously to their duties. As to Cecilia, theold- nurse thought it best to let her run about a little -longer. And she undertook to make her read a littleevery day, as her mother used to do. For Sally was anexcellent reader, and, indeed, was very well read for herposition in life.


-.^ CHAPTER VI.N the evening of the same day-the day aftertheir mother's funeral-the two boys sattalking over their various concerns, Ceciliahad gone to bed in the next room, and theyght she was asleep; but the door being open, shei alU they said.fer having gone over all Mr. Delorme's proposalsiemorning, and Sally's reasons and rules, Maurice--But I don't think Cissy should be left withAnd Mrs. Delorme says she should go to school.ink I shall send her. Cecilia is nine years old; and she cannot read. She amuses us with allittle funny ways, but then she is idle, and will formhabits. We really can't allow her to run about thewith Jacob any longer. Don't you think so,Ueram sure I do,' said Charles. We should be very'if our little sister grew up a rough country girl.if ever papa should come home, he would be sopointed if she was not a lady like mamma.'41


42NOT TO SCHOOL.Here they heard a slight rustling in the next room;but it was only for a moment, and the brothers went onwith their conversation.Next morning Cecilia gave Sally no trouble with herusual excuses for lying only a little longer. For, almostthe first time in her life, she seemed impatient to getout of bed and be dressed. When she was all ready, shewent to Maurice's room and found him busy arrangingsome papers.'Have you seen your rabbits, pet said Maurice.'They ought to be lively this fine morning.''No, brother; I wish to speak to you.'Maurice took her on his knee and looked tenderly ather, and-said,-' Well, what is it ''Brother, don't send me to school,' said the child, burst-ing into sobs, and throwing her arms round his neck.' Cissy, dearie, don't cry. What do you think theydo at school 'Cecilia interrupted Maurice and her own sobs, andsaid,-' I shall not be with you, if I go to schooL''But,' Maurice continued, 'perhaps you think it isall work and no play at school. It is not- so, dear.There will be such nice little girls who will play withyou, after you have learned all your lessons. You willlearn music,- and drawing, and knitting,'like BlancheDelorme. And then you will be able to work suchfine slippers for Charles and me- And won't it be nicefor us to come home and put on our slippers, and say,"Aren't they beauties, and Cissy worked them! "'?:i


~T -L9I -W^., Maurice took her on his knee.-Page 42.43


44 MR. DELORMES PHILOSOPHY.'Brother, I cannot go, and mamma would not havelet me go,' was something that had a sound of finalityin it, and Maurice began to fel this,'But what do you mean to do darling?' he asked.'Do you wish me to send iasfs rom Tours out hereto teach you your lessons i''I don't want masters, and I don't need them. Youcould hear my lessons in the evening, and I shouldlearn them with Sally through the day. Oh, brotherdear Ido want to learn to read and to be good.''I see,' said Maurice. 'Well, we shall try, and ifyou go on-'I will go on,' said Cecilia, with tears and confidence.She dried her eyes, and ran to tell Sally hat she wasnot to be sent to school.Mr. Delorme did not insist on his wife's proposalbeing carried out. He had noticed that Cecilia wastender and sensitive. He quite agreed with what shesaid when she asserted that she could not live awayfrom her brothers, and Sally, and Jacob. Mr. Delorme,it is quite apparent, was, in a higher sense than we usethe word when we apply it to good men who studyscience,-a Christian philosopher. He knew that homewas better than school for such natures as Cecilia's;and Maurice agreed with him.In a week, Maurice was settled in Mr. Delorme'soffice. Every day he walked from St. Radegonde toSt. Symphorien. In the office, his modesty, good-manners, and industry were conspicuous. But it is at-. **I


SCHOOL A T HOME.45xt he is the subject of observation at present,try of his fortunes._ine years of age, reading was still a mystery toNo matter. The thoughtless bright-heartedhad heard something in bed that night, and sheup her mind to penetrate the mystery. Deeplydwith the authority of Maurice, Cecilia knewdid not learn at home, she should have to go to; and now she applied herself to her lessons,Sall's usherdom, with the same ardour as sheudertaken her various enterprises of glee and funthe presiding care of the indispensable Jacob.had thought with grave anxiety that it wouldbe good for Cecilia to go to school; and now thattmatter was settled to her own liking, and according'e plan of her little mistress, she determined that itbold not fall through by any fault at home. So fourYes a day had Miss Cecilia to say her lessons to Sally.ht i is not to be supposed that new habits were put*without a pang at throwing off the old ones. Thismdd not be in a nature like Cecilia's. If Jacob hap-ened to pass the window when she was at her lessons,be was up and over to the window, if not to the door.but a word from Sally was all that was needed to re-ind her that this was the time for her lessons


.1CHAPTER VII.FTER three months' patience, Cecilia feltshe had achieved a glorious victory. Shecould read. And Charles bought her anew book, a complete history of all theworld; and she read it through with ardour. This wasmore victory. Sally felt that she deserved some sharein the renown. The good old nurse was radiant aboutadvantage gained and expenses saved.This first success had a visible influence upon thespirit and bearing of Cecilia. She could now let Jacobpass the window without bounding over to it. Sallylengthened her dress a little, and the spirited child be-came a charming girLThe tender embraces of her brothers when theycame home of an evening, seemed to reverse Cecilia'soriginal plea for not going to school It was now theywho could not do without her.Maurice was a capital writer; and he devoted halfan hour every evening to training his little sister to thisindispensable art. She was now a-head of Sally; for46


PROGRESS. '47PROGRESS.' 47~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~H tfowever well she could read, could not write.CopyS-book, the pen, and the ink were Cecilia'sd Sally's peculiar care. For the fact that Sallyknow how to make any useful application of'rendered her not quite so deft in handling it.could not write, she knew that a blot was notwriting; and she was just a little severe againstSo that Cecilia would have whole pages of heri:without a blot, and she never soiled her dress orgers with ink. She learned very quickly to writegood hand. 'You see, brother,' she would say,well you teach me; and I am glad to have youch me, and not Blanche Delorme's writing-masterhis spectacles on.'e gave all the credit to her brother. He thoughtjof her, and he felt it necessary to reduce her les-s to something like system. He taught her a littlei:red and ancient profane history. And it was ratherficult 'for Cecilia to hold her tongue .while he wasA But all her time was not spent over books. Some:Oiod romping for young mistress, at the right time, wasne of Sally's regulations and Jacob's chief refresh-aents. And Cecilia had her own little garden to digi&d to water. She had also a family of white rabbits.Whatever food in the way of herbs or leaves they re-ulired was procured by her own hand. Sometimes alsoke allowed them to hop about on the main-walk of therneyard; and this indulgence occasionally caused her a


IIi|448A CCOMPLISHMENTS.good deal of trouble in getting them out from the treesand into their house again.Cecilia had other pleasures in the country. Jacobwas now a first-rate gardener. And he had the skill ofhis race in the nature of simples. He used to pick themout in company with Cecilia, and tell her all the cureshe knew they had effected in his own country. Whenthe corn was golden, Jacob used to take Cecilia togather blue-bottles and wild poppies. At first she won-dered very much at the idea of making medicines out offlowers. She thought their only, or rather their highest,use, was to make garlands for girls' heads. Every in-stance of ignorance on her part added to Jacob's senseof his own usefulness. If she trampled on a marsh-mallow, he would stop her, and with the air of a learnedprofessor, instruct her in the wonderful virtues of this -particular herb.It was in this manner that Cecilia acquired a know-ledge of which she, later on in life, let many of the poorhave the benefit Between-Sally and Jacob she wasearly taught to value, and how to use, the treasureswhich the liberal hand of God has scattered over thefields and along the hedge-rows.Pruning the vine, sowing corn, and planting the kit-chen garden were more of Cecilia's accomplishments.All her teachers-Maurice, Sally, and Jacob-had goodreason to be well pleased with their pupiL No doubtshe would sometimes yawn while Maurice was explaininga rule of grammar. But he knew how to waken up theI


RELIGIOUS TEACHING.49of' his pupil, by reading passages from theao Joseph, or Saul, or Daniel, who were three ofi'sheroes in sacred history. By-and-by Hannibaliolanus were favoured with her intense admira-,!'An- excellent memory and a vigorous intellect* e means of a progress in his little sister whichlmuch astonished Maurice.tthe sametime, little Cecilia was growing a big girl.hing a little more abstract was now considered, to her capacity. In about a year after she hadd on her school education at home, the catechismadded to her other lessons. Her mother had beenion to Cecilia, but Sally was her first religiousin any formal sense of the term. The good oldan's living piety and kindness were a constant lessonhe heart of her docile scholar. Nay, the reverentof the old negro, his diligence in every duty, his| tion to the family, were silent influences on the openat of the eager child. But Maurice determined thatibe should go down to St. Symphorien to get more regu-ia religious instruction from a good lady, who devotedna1 h6ur three times a week to the spiritual welfare of'iny little girls who would come to her house. HereCecilia would have the advantage of mixing with othergirls of her own age. And regularly did she accompanyhe& brother to town on the days of these lessons whichthe excellent lady, Mrs. Carter, made so interesting.This experience soon told on Cecilia. It is good forchildren to encounter children. Cecilia used always toD


50FRIENDS ON A VISITbe the first to arrive at Mrs. Carter's. At the beginningof her visits she was a little backward. To take a placeamong other girls was altogether new to her. She watchedtheir ways, listened to the questions and answers, began topick up a little confidence, and, before long, she rankedas the readiest and aptest pupil of them all. They allloved her, for she inherited, her mother's charm. Newjoys were Cecilia's portion for attending this class. Shearranged, by-and-by, that her young class-fellows shouldcome out and spend an occasional fine day with her atSt. Radegonde. Such were high days and holidays;and when -she marched them all out, she would dartforward to Sally, and give her a list of their names,and a hurried account of all their excellencies, beforethey came in to receive the good old woman's smilesand blessing. Then after refreshment, out they all wentinto the vineyard. Games were organized, and Jacobsuperintended the swing. While they were playing, Sallywas getting ready the dinner; which, if the sun was nottoo hot, was served up to them in the garden. Ceciliawas always most active at the table. Sally, no doubt,sat at the head of the table, but Cecilia helped her littlecompanions to bread, filled their cups with milk, andoffered them fruit. She was, and looked, a little queenon those bright days, although she made no attempt atseeming it. Her garden, her canaries, and her rabbits,were all visited, reviewed, and admired. When it wasthe season a basket of strawberries, gathered by herselfin the morning, did not fail to be produced. If any ofI


Jacob superintended the swing.-Page 50.51


5"2 'RESULTS. -her fellow-pupils did not care for strawberries, she had :the run of the garden to gather what she pleased.This, regular visit to St. Symphorien was Maurice'sidea. It was a good one, and the effects of it on his.little sister were excellent. The most amiable child willbecome selfish if it is not brought into judicious contactwith other children. Selfishness is greedy. Its activityis receiving. But to give and to receive are both neces-sary to health of the spirit, And a child cannot be thusexercised unless in the company of other children.'.


D? :' CHAPTER VIIIk FE memory of their father and mother wastenderly cherished by the three orphans.Maurice received fifty pounds a year fromMr. Delorme. Charles was now in the:ing-house of Mr. Rose's place of business. Hiswere but slight as yet, still they were such as en-lbiin to add a few pounds yearly to the family'sBme. Cecilia was growing and developing, beautifulehold, and more, beautiful in the mind and hearteen. The thought of their father was never for any+t of time absent from the minds of these three;iren. What would they not,give to hear from him,en to learn about him! Long would they sit, andiywere the affecting guesses and surmises they madeut him. Another subject of anxiety often engrossedthoughts of the brothers. How were the accom-ments of a lady's education to be procured for-liai The apparent hopelessness-of'the question,the meantime, saddened Maurice especially. Theyild both have been so delighted to hear her play, and-. 653


54REGRETS.to listen to her singing, with the graces of art added tothe charm of her naturally fine voice. And then shehad such an excellent memory; and how they wouldhave liked to see it exercised upon the learning of thevarious languages, so necessary to any approach to com-pleteness in her education. Their regrets were all thegreater that Cecilia had shown much aptness in learningthe English language, when her mother used to give hersimple lessons in it; and the boys knew that it was theforeign tongue most necessary to a French young lady.,Charles was always hopeful that these defects would bein some way or other made up. Indeed his faith in thereturn of their father seemed strongest, at least it wasmost frequently expressed. Often the sight of a strangerwould make him start, so impressed was he with thethought that his father would reappear in some unex-pected way.A subject which was occupying Cecilia's mind a gooddeal about this time was, that it was time she wasrendering Sally a little more active assistance in house-hold duties. It was quite apparent to her that Sally, inspite of all her efforts to conceal it, was becoming a .good deal less nimble. As for Jacob, he seemed asif he had some secret of renewing the youth of hisenergies. He was everywhere,-in the field, in the vine.yard, in the court, in the house. He had a way of hisown of trimming the vines, but it was a way that told onthe increase of the grapes. And when- the old manwished to attract the notice of his young mistress, he


GOING A MESSAGE.55'; :-sg a negro melody, and Cecilia would go upoim, not only to listen to him but also to gratifyve years of age, a girl who has her parentsstill treated with a good many of the attentionsd on a child. Only want, or some equallypressure, could ever make parents wish to hurryauhter out of childhood. The wish is that shepreserve the character of a child as long asCecilia had no parents. She lived all day withu old servant. Her brothers were at home in~mornting, and they never stayed out of an evening,tthe long day was dull. Whenever the weather per-tited it, Cecilia used to go and meet Maurice. And ifhit time Charles had a message to go in the evening,Ccilia and Maurice would join him, or if not, theyold way-lay him on the embankment of the Loire,, his joyful surprise.! One day Sally said to Cecilia, 'My child, I hear thatF:: are better educated than any of the girls you seettSt. Symphorien. And I know that you know moreIbout gardening and vintage than all of them. But INant you to become a real mistress of the house, to beible to cook, and especially to sew; for you see mypoor old hands begin to swell a little, and money savedi money gained. I knew, where I came from, threeisters of good family, and although they had not a veryarge income, they lived very well, because they made


56 THE WORK-BASKET |all their own dresses, bonnets, and under-clothing.You would never see a tear in any of the curtains orhangings in their house. Miss Fanny used to makethe blinds and screens for the windows, mend thechairs, and make her brother's vests.''Oh, I should like to make vests for Maurice andCharles,' said Cecilia, leaping all at once over all ob-stacles into this new occupation. Is it difficult, Sally ''A little difficult, dear,' said Sally; 'I think moredifficult than you find learning what you call grammarto be. But I think I shall be able to teach you.''Oh, mamma would have been so pleased if she hadknown I could make vests for Maurice and Charles,'glowed out of Cecilia's heart over her tongue. 'Wasn'tshe a beautiful sewer I''Ay, she could sew and embroider dresses for herchildren, she could. It was good to see her with thelarge scissors cutting out shapes for the house-maid tomake up,' said Sally in a tone of reverence. 'She hadeverything in her work-basket''I should like to have a work-basket,' was Cecilia'svery natural remark.'You shall have mamma's, dear,' said Sally. 'Iput it by with care; for I have known, for a longtime, that days pass quickly over, and I thought itwould not be long till it was needed for you.. And nowyou see the time is come. Let me see your prettyhands. Now, there you will be a clever sewer, likeyour mamma.'4W-IL


MASTER OF THE NEEDLE.57-I 'fiold Maurice in the evening about this con-with Sally. Maurice was quite delighted.s economy was well known to him; and he knewaortant it was that Cecilia should learn thislesson of life from one who knew it so well.the was this further to oe considered, and it didl to present itself to the thoughtful mind ofce that sewing and embroidering would, in thentime, be accomplishments for Cecilia, and perhapstime that she was pretty proficient in them, thee aomplishments would be within reach.next day Charles bought and brought home atfor Cecilia. It was an English case of scissors,le, and needles. This was the first article of:Iury7 that had been brought, into that house since itYcame theirs. But how could Charles help itSecilia was twelve years of age, and she was enteringn0 .a new line of enterprise.;It was a beautiful morning in the spring of I863.he lilies, the roses, and the mignonnette were shed-ing their sweet breath to add to the harmony ofbeauty all around. The canaries and the goldfinchiad their cages outside of the window, and all theiirds on the trees and in the house were celebratinghe return of the sunny joys of summer.. And Ceciliaat down beside Sally.to learn the first elements of themystery of the needle. And her first lesson was, not;work letters of the alphabet in a sampler, but to per-orm some operations on a pair of Jacob's stockings.


58 MYSTERY OF THE GRA E.The mistress and the pupil chatted and worked-away.Sally told stories, grave and gay. Cecilia had a habitof turning every conversation like this into one abouther father. She did not speak so much about hermother. Indeed, she never had since she was takento see her tomb. There .was a mystery about it sheshrunk from. She did not like to put questions, forshe did not hope for answers. And yet she neededhope; and there was some hope about her father. Nonews had ever come affirming or confirming his death;and Cecilia would not believe that her father was dead.


CHAPTER IX.RS. DELORME felt quite as much interestin the children at St. Radegonde as herhusband. On several occasions she had! : asked Maurice to bring his sister with himto dinner. Cecilia's age had always been a sufficient'cse for respectfully declining these invitations. Butnow she was entering on her fourteenth year, and Mrs.Delorme having renewed her invitation, Maurice feltl- he could not well decline the honour intended for him-self aid his sister any longer.Cecilia was accustomed to the greatest simplicity inher dress; and on this occasion she did not pay anyexcessive attention to. her toilette. She tied up herbeautiful hair with ribbons of scrupulous neatness andtaste; and when she was introduced to the other youngladies at Mrs. Delorme's, and saw all their variety ofgaiety and device in every kind of toilette, trimming,and expense, she was not so much confused as sur-prised. Mrs. Delorme showed her the most affectionateattention. This tender mother would willingly have59


6oBRINGING HER OUT.exchanged the expensive dress her daughter had onfor Cecilia's simple one, if her darling could have put onwith the new dress the freshness and charm of Cecilia'slooks.When young people, especially girls, get together fora first time, intimacy forms with a rush. There is littlebeating about the bush. The most direct questions areput, with the intention that they should be answered.It certainly was not the first time that the friends ofBlanche Delorme had heard of Cecilia Halley. But itwas the first time they had met; and the conversationtook shape as follows:-Louisa. How old are you ICecilia. Nearly fourteen.'Loisa. I was thirteen this morning. Do you playthe piano ICecilia. No.Louisa. You draw then ?ICecilia. No.Louisa. But I can play on the piano, and I am goingto commence drawing with Mr. Adam. I am studyingEnglish. Are youCecilia. Mamma used to teach me English when Iwas quite a little thing; but I have forgotten it all. Imean to learn it, however.Laura. I have a German governess, and I am goingto Dresden next year.Louisa. You don't like music, Miss Halley, nordrawing, then


- Hand-in-hand they danced a merry round.-Page 62.1


62GING-GO-RING.Cecilia was not allowed to answer this question, putin the form of a direct negation; for Amelia summonedthem all to the foot of the garden to see a bird's nestshe knew was there. But the conversation left a throb-bing weight at Cecilia's heart. Afterwards they wentto get some fruit, and cake, and milk; and a goodwhile after that a dance was proposed.'I shall be Cecilia's partner,' said Bertha. Ceciliaallowed her to take her hand, and Louisa played onthe piano a fashionable quadrille, and played it verywell indeed. All at once, Amelia broke away from herplace in the quadrille, and said, 'Oh! a dance in theroom is tiresome; I like better to dance a round in thegarden.'Amelia had observed that Cecilia was not used todancing; and she opened the door of the dining-room,and bounded away out singing. Amelia's heart waslarge and good. When they got to the garden, hand-in-hand they danced a merry round. The ging-go-ringand ever round-and-round seemed only to deepen theyoung damsels' breath for more. At last Amelia beganto show signs of weariness, and Cecilia, after taking afew long breaths, said, 'Shall I sing a roundelay ourgood old negro, Jacob, taught me when I was quitelittle I I sing it sometimes to please him.'The proposal was carried by acclamation. AndCecilia sang with a voice of such sweetness and flexi-bility as astonished even Louisa. Mrs. Delorme cameout, and Cecilia had to sing it again.


AFTER THE PLEASURE.63What a pity you have not been with a singing-master,' said Agatha.But the sage remark of Agatha was lost in the sonor-ous kiss which Amelia was giving to Cecilia. These twogirls were friends. Their hearts were linked. WhenCecilia got home again to St. Radegonde, she toldMaurice all about the goodness and kindness of Amelia.'I should like so much to see her sometimes, brother,'was direct from her soul.'We shall invite her out some day by-and-by, dear,'said Maurice.That night in bed, before she could go to sleep,Cecilia had a great many things to think of. She didnot for a moment think that Louisa and Agatha intendedto grieve her.'Do I like music ard drawing ?' said Cecilia to her-self. I did not like to tell them that I had drawn myrabbits, and that I had painted a portrait of Jacob.But if I had not been so idle, I might have learnedmore English from mamma.'At Cecilia's age tears bring sleep. She slept soundlythat night, and she awoke unusually glad at heart in themorning.


CHAPTER X.1 EXT day, Cecilia was out in 'the garden withJacob, when a knock at the outer-door toldof a visit from a stranger. Jacob went toopen the door, and a handsome-lookinggentleman, with fine moustaches, entered, leading ayoung lady by the hand. Cecilia rushed to meet her.It was Amelia.Mr. Drury said,-' I have brought my little girl to seeyou, Miss Halley. She says she loves you very much,and she would not let me alone till I brought her. Ishall leave her till the evening, if she will not be in yourway. I have business at Rochecorbon, and I shall callfor Amelia on the way home.''You are very kind, sir,' said Cecilia; 'I thank youvery much indeed.'Amelia was introduced to Sally, and she, in quality ofupper nurse, kissed Miss Drury on the cheek. AfterAmelia had taken off her things, she came into the roomand found that, Cecilia had taken up her work till shewas ready.64'I


AMELIA'S VISITfI-not make this body said Amelia, hand-piee of work which Cecilia had laid down at?-said Cecilia.clever you are How neat it is behind andrl buttons look so pretty I wish I could sew,st be tiresome; is it not were exclamations,;andan interrogation, uttered with all mannerooks and gestures.iot at all tiresome,' replied Cecilia. At least/with our Sally. We see the sky, and look atrSand I think of-'^S think another time, let us have a run in theiwas Amelia's characteristic interruption.l-eywere romping about in the vineyard, Sally'o look at them, and the sight awakened a goodideress within her.igel,' she said, apostrophising Cecilia in heri is a little of the joy suited to your age.'with interest at Amelia, she remarked tovtat a fine child that Amelia is. Her carriageit ;:of a young lady. And her father had a!:I, should take him for a general:': so good to think of coming to see me,' saidir frend. 'I was saying to Sally that wewould!1-'Some effort to form your acquaintance.'| yu all at once,' said the direct Amelia.-same age, your mamma is dead, and so:!i: 7): / 'gf;


66 COMMUNION. H'You have your papa,' said Cecilia tenderly.'Your papa is dead, isn't he?' was Amelia's verynatural question, seeming to expect the answer, yes.'We do not know that,' said Cecilia measuredly; 'itis eight years since we heard of him.''It is not certain that he is dead, then !' was a burstwhich brightened up Amelia as it escaped from her. 'Ihave read a good deal in histories about people comingback again after they were believed to be lost. And- Ihave read about shipwrecks, and about people gettingthrown on a lonely island, and remaining there a long,long time, till some fine day a French ship comsi to theisland, takes them on board, and brings them homeagain to France.''I hope God will make that the end of our history,'said Cecilia, with the purest religious fervour. And,child as she was, turning from the subject, she added,'You were so kind to me at Mrs. Delorme's the other day.'' Well, I saw you were in a difficulty, and I changedthe conversation, that was all,' rattled out Amelia.'And when I got home, I told papa how much I shouldlike to have you for, a companion. And he, good, kindpapa that he is, said, "You are right, and we will goand call on Miss Halley." That was all he said, but Iknew he meant it. You know papa is very low spiritedsometimes, but I am always with him.' And I can seein his eyes when he is pleased. And I know he was sopleased when he was bringing me up to St. Radegondeto-day.


'TEEN YEARS OF AGE.67., .tract of friendship had been sufficientlyil1this, and now it was sealed and ratifiedi very diplomatic kisses.mentioned that her father had an estate ation, and she added that it would be so nice,inid her brothers would come out and spend aet there before long. Papa would come andrit hours of intimacy were fleet on wing. TheMn' Drury took the girls by surprise. Andrn.derpromise to see each other very sooni:eal pleasure to Maurice and Charles wheni;dwhat a happy day Cecilia had enjoyed:visit of Mr. Drury and his daughter. Theew that, with all her precocity, Cecilia hadn'amount of the simplicity of a child aboutleeded to play, and to talk like a child, andies drawn from other stores, as well as thosei Sally.i-e lived at Tours. And although it wasijent for Mr. Drury to bring her to St.was not so easy for Cecilia to pay re-r duties at home were on the increase.l:Ow to find something to do. Neck-ties,ines, all passed now through Cecilia'sfinished with her fourteenth year a


CHAPTER XI.F the house at St. Radegonde was humble, ithad never known want. Thus far, it hadrather a feeling of plenty about it. The ;field, the garden, and the meadow hadmultiplied their wealth under the skilful hands andthe vigour of Jacob. Maurice had now sixty pounds ayear, and Charles had thirty, and he had the proiseof an early rise in his salary.But there was a sad thought in the heart of everymember of that family at the beginning of Cecilia'sfifteenth year. It was one thought more. of sadnessbesides that ever flowing on about their father. It wasthe time of the cmscription. And Sally had explained toCecilia how Maurice would have to draw his lot, and ;how his lot might be to leave them and join the army,which it was their duty to keep fully supplied with suit-able young men. Cedilia'had seen soldiers marching,she knew that they had a garrison at Tours, and she: hadheard .of their going to war. But only now did shebegin to feel something of what all this might mean.s68


oang to Sally's arm.-Page 7o.


7oDIREAD AND UNREST*She had never thought that Maurice or Charles' mightbe under the necessity of leaving her to become one of4those soldiers. And the information that, if Maurice*drew the fatal lot atthis time, he might find a substitutefor a sum of money, did not lessen her concern andsorrow.If Mr. Halley's death had been confirmed, Mauricewould have been exempted from service as an orphan.But it was not so; and the great day came. Maurice,kissed Cecilia, shook hands kindly with Sally and Jacob,and went away to Tours resolute in mind and firm instep. In an hour after he left, Sally and Cecilia wereon the road to Tours. They could not rest at homewhile interests so dear to them were exposed to-chancein the town, which seemed this day so near at hand.When they had got into Tours, a band of youths ontheir way to draw the lot passed them singing, andCecilia clung to Sally's arm.'Let us go into the cathedral, and pray to God tohave pity on us,' said Cecilia.But she had scarcely got inside the church when shewished to come out again; and Sally yielded to herrestless feelings, to comfort her. They went up anddown the streets, and Sally tried sometimes to interestCecilia in the shop windows: Cecilia had often showna disposition to buy some little thing she saw in a shop;but not to-day. Not a farthing would she hear of beingspent on her. Oh! how she wished that day-to berich, that she might feel confident she could4' a


Z5JR27 7iRm)Arf Vtr-V tr)ITto Tstute for her brother. But Sally checked this feel-'-by eminding her that, in that case, perhaps sheit be depriving some other little sister of hert is very cruel to separate brothers and sisters inway. They have surely no pity. Why should therers to kill one another in, and to get their armslegs taken offl' were a few of Cecilia's expressedetions; and she was weeping, if not slightly sob-:as she spoke.jithen a young lieutenant of cavalry rode past on|ack at a trot.I'- there, said Sally, 'how that young gentle-feits on his horse. He has never been at thei!'and perhaps never will be. Perhaps, even if*i0ee does draw a bad lot, he may never have^ve us.'ihese -considerations pacified Cecilia a little. At thetodn* of Sally, they returned to St. Radegonde;i"sft when they turned the corer of the road that:to their house, they saw Jacob running towardsi-as fast as his old limbs would allow, and givinggiost unmistakable signs of boundless joy, while-panting like a railway engine up an incline,name near enough to shout, 'Massa no gouvs.e Cecilia left Sally and bounded into- y, darling,' said Maurice, taking her in his'inot going to leave you.'


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WAYS AND MEANS.73ell, don't say that either, Sally,' was Maurice'swishing to justify his master, while he under-and honoured the feelings of the good oldilia had to say something for Sally, so she threw3h, she does not want you to pay so much.' And she went and leaned against Sally'sscene that followed was interesting. It was ail of ways and means, and Jacob was called in,always was when financial questions were under.sion. Jacob took a hopeful view of the situation.uit had never been so fine as it promised to beeason. He would go and sell it in the Englishe. And the nice young English misses would note him double the price he had got for the fruit ofmason yetls feeling about Mr. Delorme was not quite just)elorme was not a hard man. He had made alerable fortune by hard labour. He wishediceto reach the same end by similar means.ved the St. Radegonde family. He.never could:alowed Maurice to be taken from them. Buti Hnot wish the young man to forget such aevent in his youthful experience, as having?ad bad lot in the conscription, at such aWl time in the fortunes of the little colony whichc countenanced and counselled from the begin-Anad the regular payment of instalments of


74 ALL THAT IS DEAR.this money would keep this escape from an unluckysituation long enough before his mind, to allow it toproduce a lasting and wholesome impression.'If he had kept all your salary together, I should nothave complained,' said Cecilia, as she threw her armsaround her brother's neck.


CHAPTER XII.CHE economy and industry of Jacob, and aseason very favourable to fruits and crops,had made the income of the family at St.Radegonde a little more than the outlay.iutumn that year was delightful. The vintage probetter than it had ever done. And, althoughwent to town three times a week and sold histhere was never any want of fruit necessary forble at home.lia used to walk out between her brothers,an arm of each. The happiness of these young-seemed to communicate itself to the hearts of*io saw them pass.:t a pity it would have been if Mr. Maurice hadiliged to leave them,' the vintagers often re-B.* 'And yet he ran a very great risk. Ah well,Bhthe better for everybody that he had not to go.~agood master.'^iakep~t close to her studies. Amelia supplied'abundance of books. Mr. Drury's library wasK^ *0 X 76


76 DIFFERENCE OF OPINION.well stocked with every sort of book that Cecilia wouldcare to read.One day Amelia came on her unexpectedly, as shewas engaged in a way that had been becoming morefrequent of late. She was drawing.Amelia. You draw, then, CeciliaCecilia. I am taking a sketch of the rabbits.Amelia. Let me see. Have you done all this your-self Without any assistanceCecilia. 0 yes.Amelia. But you should go to a master, dear. Yourgrouping is very fine.Cecilia. A master! my dear Amelia, what are youthinking of?Ameia. I am thinking of what is quite possible. Mr.Steven is kindness itself. And. he would 'be only tooglad to have you visiting his studio. I don't see whyyou should blush when I speak of this. You surelywould not be ashamed to be taught by such amaster ?Cecilia. Certainly not. But don't you see that if Idevote so much time to the amusement-of drawing, Ishall interfere with more necessary studies. To go tothe town would interfere also with my household duties.Sally is getting old, arid-'I am very sorry,' was Amelia's interruption, and atrue interpretation of her feelings.'But you should not be sorry. I am very happy)said Cecilia, and she looked very happy. 'I think I


I am taking a sketch of the rabbits.-Page 76.77


78AZT TREASUR1ES.have some talent for drawing. I know mamma had. But'drawing is a thing one can learn at any time. Someday, perhaps, we shall be a little better off, and Mauriceand Charles will not grudge me a drawing-master. Butsince you have got into my secret, I will show you allmy drawings. I have been laying by the best of themfor the last three years.'Amelia was kept on the stretch of wonderment as shesaw turned out, one after another, from an old portfolio,outlines of animals, a drawing of the house, a portraitof Sally, then one of Jacob. She kept looking over andover them. And the affection she had hitherto felt forCecilia was now fortified by a most ingenuous admira-tion. She was astonished at two things: first, howCecilia could do so well without a master; and, second,she was astonished at her sitting down to attend to herdrawing and other lessons without any one telling herthat she would need to do it.Cecilia's natural taste was excellent. Her artisticsense was as good in its exercise, as her heart was in itssphere. Maurice and Charles were proud of theirsister.They knew that whether she received the educationusually considered necessary for a lady or not, that stillshe would be an accomplished lady. She had the soulof music in her, if she should never receive a musicaleducation. They were good brothers. And Ceciliawas a kind sister. She accepted her lot with the utmost ]simplicity. She was' unfeignedly modest in her success-'ful attempts at self-cultivation. She did not trouble her


FAITH.7,9ierw with complaints about the want of what waslt her reach-music, for example. She knew that'ver they could, her brothers would not hesitate forKient to supply this lack in her education.ing round the hearth of an evening, if any referencemade to the conscription, it was to thank God theyescaped that misery of separation.1"S " -:I:


VEbRYAODY loved Ceci Yo tl bE e| IM wlats dhe Was the counseldo a=d the Belp ofmor nDi e tban Jaob altgete likbd,But whenever be s iw t it was som oe wishn1 bdaiegmen mo re.,.bb d rd d _lkti de.ed;dne ford e Eic. AndJacob bad gide Cecilia her a.stfevin b eblvg ~} It t be na e d I hdn b edo asos Slygenerally wn twithh d Cei_; s pe dof theafficted, andthus lewned their ~ickdess pD-: wou dwtps a =6rL be: o~d ci ber b dd ysoadb ebov b-tbdt d-ebofbib du eeedsdoxD


INDUSTRY AND LO VE.81:f these visits she had remarked the extraordi-d'try of a rope-maker, called John. He seldomeye from his work whoever passed. A boy,' years of age, turned the wheel; and a littleblways sitting on a log of wood, an image of thefeet rest. One day Cecilia solicited the interestlent group.i. Good morning. You are always at work.Good morning, Miss. We must work if weHe something to eat every day.HAxe these your children 1mes, Miss.IwDo you live in the neighbourhood Ise live near the rock at Marmoutier.i yAre you not afraid to live there 1We--have to do as we can in this world.othe wheel, Anthony, you are getting too slow.a.' Is that your son IYes, Miss. He should be going to schoolwve nobody else to turh the wheel.And this nice little girlIThat is my little Madeline. I love her better.. -. .She is a very good girl.egr1.dy good girl. She is deaf and dumb,ior little thing.- is8 a.sweet good child, my little Madeline.fays to bring her with me for fear of anything^ '''. F


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'See, she loves me,' said Cecilia.-Page 82,


84SALL Y IN A RAGE.One day Cecilia was astonished at not finding Johnin his place. It- was the first time this had ever hap-pened. Anthony and his sister were not there either.Was anything-wrong ? Shortly afterwards she heard anoise and shouting. She ran forward to see what itwas; and Sally seemed to take the same sort of steps asshe took when she was twenty years of age.Half-a-dozen boys were making a noise round awretched hut. At the sight of Cecilia and her nurse,the young rascals fled. But Sally got hold of two ofthem, and let their backs feel that there was somethingsolid in her old umbrella. They roared under.her treat-'ment.' Roar, you scamps that you are,' cried Sally ina rage.'I'll teach you to ill-use an innocent little girl. Areyou not ashamed of yourselves I A poor, little helplessthirng:! You scoundrels and thieves that you are !Sally did not let them alone till Cecilia begged hernot to thrash them any more. She was glad she hadsucceeded in delivering the little deaf-mute from herpersecutors. For she it was whom the boys were tor-menting. They: had thrown her down into the mud,and were amusing themselves -with her cries.As soon as Madeline saw'who her deliverers were,she held out her hands to them. Sally took her up andcaressed her with a mother's tenderness.'She feels and she sees that I love her,' said Sally toCecilia, interpreting certain signs the dumb child wasmaking.


POWER OF CLOTHES.85had oot stood long when Anthony came runningle poor lad was crying. His father had gone upSytphorien with some ropes, and left him tot of Madeline. He had not left her long whenrelboys began to tease her.Ia said, Bt, Anthony, you ought to love youriter more, because she is not like other children.au.should take all the better care of her. You-not leave her. We shall not tell your fatheriit his time; and you must be a good boy forire.' Sally and Cecilia took Madeline homeiter washed and set to rights. Cecilia turned?e cast-off stockings and dresses for the child.a John came back and found his little Made-a. new dress on and clean whole stockings, heneed to be'told who had done itony was always more careful of his sister afteriairemarked to Sally, 'We must not lose sight ofdesting little girL When she is a little older, Iweshall find some means of getting her edu-Sally thought so too.fterthis the rope-maker and his two motherless|Were very kindly treated by all the inhabitants/gonde.icthe$s have made the difference,' was theiaark of Sally one day when this fact was beingoi lher attention.


I-9The authority of Sally.-Page 87.86


CHAPTER XIV.EECILIA had noticed that country-people kepttheir children from school on the slightestpossible pretext. Indeed they invented ex-: cuses for not sending them regularly to school.iought it was her duty to look after the educatione children of their own vintagers at all events.he coimenced school at home. It was not easyage those stubborn children; and it is difficult toethat she would have succeeded, but for the assist-)f Sally. Sally was, however, of material assistancenovel task. She put herself in a position whichId very much like -mounting guard over the chil-iand they stood in awe of her., authority of Sally became all the more necessaryscholars increased in number. During the winterW!kept her class in the dining-room. ChestnutsA iihthe ashes were given as rewards to those whoii it was: fine they sat out on the lawn. But thisxposure to more influences of attraction than87


88AN INVITATION.Cecilia's, and influences which were stronger than Sally'sauthority. These were large blue-bottle flies, butterflies,blades of grass, and golden clouds. And Cecilia had toput on the force of double severity.Nothing improves the mind, and shows the heart theneed of patience, like teaching the young. Cecilialearned a very great deal while she was giving explana-tions to her pupils. Things she had never rendered her-self a reason for before, now rendered areason for them-selves to her. And if patience is the price we have topay for the privilege of teaching those who need it,obedience is our reward when we succeed.The quiet harmony of the hearth at St. Radegondewas fluttered. Mrs. Delorme invited Cecilia to anevening party. A number of young people were goingto have a dance at her house.Cecilia's first impulse was true -to her youth. It wasto be delighted. It was the first affair of the sort she hadbeen asked to. It was quite a new sensation. The onlydance she had ever had besides that round at Mrs.Delorme's some time ago, was a dance out in the fieldwith the children, of the working people about, whenthey had been gathered together for a little treat fromherselfBut this same invitation soon ceased to be a joyouscircumstance. In fact it became the very opposite. Itbegan to'plough furrows on the fine features of Cecilia.At length she said out in real earnest,-' What a fool Iam to think of going to this evening party. In the first


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