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by an appearance of life. The birds, perched on the adjacent trees, sang merrily and loudly, as though it were a festival, and not a day of horror and mourning, and Jessy's little spaniel, which had followed her to Sedley's room, licked the senseless hand which hung down from the couch, and by different signs and caresses strove to arouse the attention of his usually fond mistress; at length, finding himself unnoticed, he jumped up on the sopha, and nestling his little head in Jessy's cold bosom, composed himself to sleep.

Thus terminated the career of Jessy Bently, one intended by nature for something better, and who, under judicious management, might have proved an ornament to her sex. She had quali. ties calculated to form one of the highest order of characters : great feeling, generosity of disposition, candour, abhorrence of artifice, and warm affections, with a most forgiving nature. With such materials what might not have been done under a fostering hand ?

But unhappily the weeds had choked up the

good seed; her feeling had grown into a diseased sensibility, her generosity evinced itself in ill-directed charities and mistaken attachments, her candour amounted to rudeness at times, and an absence of that careful delicacy, which can be sincere without wounding or giving offence, and her affections were rendered null and void by the violence and waywardness of her temper, since she was continually laying up stores of remorse for herself, from the time when, with childish petulance, she had broken her playthings, till the hour she had witnessed her beloved mother's premature death, caused, in a great measure, by her unkindness and wil. fulness.

Her desires for earthly happiness had been keen, yet her search after it had proved ever fruitless ; she had found a shade of sorrow in fortune's brightest smiles, and a taste of bitterness in all her enjoyments, – the days of youth and imagination had fed rapidly, and when the path of life appeared before her, divested of its fictitious beauties, and she gazed

on its rugged and cheerless way, with no staff to support, or hope to cheer her, she had turned sh udderingly from the prospect.

She had heard of another world, and had sometimes felt the efficacy of prayer, but with her, religion was a thing to be taken up or cast away as her feelings swayed her. She had never felt the steady, never-failing, calm joy and peace which it sheds abroad in the heart, gilding the path of life, and making each object in creation fairer and more lovely to the eye. She dreamed not of the looking to home, she felt not that,

* The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
Compell’d to starve at an unreal feast;
A spark that upward tends by nature's force ;
A stream divided from its parent source ;
A drop dissever'd from the boundless sea;
A moment parted from eternity;
A pilgrim panting for a rest lo come ;
An exile anxious for his native home."

Yet amid all the roughnesses and pitfalls of this life, are there sweet and delightful resting-places, green spots, whereon the weary spirit may repose in peace and joy. There are many cordials, too, to cheer us, and refresh our energies for the strife and turmoil before us. Our affections, well regulated, are inestimable blessings.-First and best the holy and delicious ties of kindred; the sweet and powerful love of parents; the calm, deep affection of brothers and sisters; then the strong and enduring bonds of wedded life-the affection that welcomes, sacrifices, smiles at privations, scorns hardships, and can find no trial too great to be borne with the object of its attachment.

These are all great sweeteners of the cup of life, and the mortal who has not even these to boast of, has still a great and unfailing source of comfort

The love of a Saviour !

CHAPTER VII.

Would we two had been twins of the same mother;
Or, that the name my heart lent to another
Could be a sister's bond for her and thee,
Blending two beams of one eternity!
Yet were one lawful and the other true,
These names, though clear, could paint not as is due.
How beyond refuge I am thine, ah me!
I am not thine: I am a part of thee.

SHELLEY

TERESA awaited the return of her husband with impatience; and the more she thought of Jessy's appearance and manner in their late interview, the more was she bewildered. It had been evident to her for some time past, that Mrs. Bently was suffering from some secret sorrow, and she had often essayed to win ker

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