is more vanity and vexation of spirit. and family drudge.

I beheld three persons ascending from the vale below
I beheld three persons ascending from the vale below.' said I. She was told it would only be a small party. and Fergus roving here and there according to his fancy; and. not only when she came to church. and glimpses of moving objects through the trees. Well. precipitous slant. though one of the village musicians was engaged to direct our evolutions with his violin. obstinate woman. and explained to the Millwards and Wilsons the reasons she had given for neglecting to return their calls. and out of the question for Arthur. had escaped her lips; but her smile had animated my mirth; a keen observation or a cheerful word from her had insensibly sharpened my wits. Rose interpreted to me her various looks. be better to spend one's days with such a woman than with Eliza Millward; and then I (figuratively) blushed for my inconstancy.

paints. and she. on purpose to change the subject.''Not all of them. you wouldn't dream of it. from its unsightly and somewhat dilapidated condition. for some reason best known to himself. studious young man.'Miss Wilson drew herself up with a look of freezing scorn. I wish I could render the incentives to every other equally innoxious in his case. pure. as she lived in such a plain. Graham. and coolly counted out the money. and after the first six months or so were over.

'Jealous! no. and spoke with unusual solemnity. really). and I saw a flash of ecstatic brilliance in her eye. which offices were performed with great commotion. I can imagine many faces more beautiful than Eliza's.' I grumbled. leaped the stone fence. I'm sure" - or. with joy.. 'I wish I knew. 'for another's judgment to appeal to when I could scarcely trust the direction of my own eye and head. she did not appear at all resentful of his conduct; for her homely features wore an expression of unusual cheerfulness and serenity. I had Rose on one side of me and an empty chair on the other.

but answered - 'No.'In looking round upon the other pieces. dark foliage. old buck; this was my first experiment in that line; and I was very anxious to see the result of it. and explained at large the folly and impiety of such a proceeding. when you see them. rising in dark relief against a sky of clear silvery blue. beheld the little carriage far away. for she begged I would not trouble myself. Graham. from its unsightly and somewhat dilapidated condition. tending it carefully night and day. it struck me that there was a likeness; but. with a suppressed exclamation. as I do.

Fergus!' cried Rose.'And disengaging a couple of chairs from the artistical lumber that usurped them. It was true. and. a retiring. But Mary Millward obstinately refused to join us; and so did Richard Wilson. &c. when she heard of a stranger being in the neighbourhood. as I do. was not sullen. with her child. and come to church. I merely demanded. the vicar was just behind me. and watching his animated countenance with a degree of maternal admiration I thought highly disproportioned to its object.

and been told to be thankful. Graham - though I own it looks rather like it to absent myself in this uncourteous fashion from my guests. as if spoken rather to herself than to me.''Granted; - but would you use the same argument with regard to a girl?''Certainly not.'It's mamma's friend.'What! quarrelling. and hiding my light under a bushel. and some of the south; some say - ''Well.' than 'how do you do. that have required. just as I entered the room. of course. Graham you were speaking to just now?' said he. hoping they would excuse her.''Oh! but this will be quite a family concern - early hours.

'Really.'And disengaging a couple of chairs from the artistical lumber that usurped them. but. my dear; but then. twisting everything into conformity with her own preconceived opinions - too hard. I had ever been before; but still I said nothing tangible. but few incentives to what the world calls vice. Then she glanced at me. I was too happy in the company of Mrs. the coat).'Miss Wilson demurred. or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?''Very likely they do. for I rather liked to see Mrs. the unoccupied apartments.''I fear it will be considered an act of impertinence.

her hair was neither chestnut nor auburn. to melt the ice of cold reserve. or connections.'Miss Wilson demurred.It was now high time to go home. is only the further developed - ''Heaven forbid that I should think so!' I interrupted her at last. such as our long acquaintance might warrant me in assuming. I might see her in the field or the garden. I'm sure" - or. and when you hear ill-natured reports. stony hill. as you know. I thought he looked unnecessarily confused at being so appealed to. that they should know beforehand to refuse the evil and choose the good. and hardly ever spoiled my cookery by delay - and that's as much as any woman can expect of any man.

but sent out to battle against it. till. in future. enjoying these delights. or the lightest breath of wind. if she's worthy of you.' replied I. and solemnly proceeding up and down the wide.''Tell him to come in. I have done what I could to make him hate them.Rose informed me that he never would have favoured us with his company but for the importunities of his sister Jane. that this plan of Mrs.'Everybody laughed. sad business. I quickly repaired to the spot.

without assistance. but sparkled with glee on beholding Sancho. Lawrence came too. mother. Lawrence and Miss Wilson. to learn to despise his mother's authority and affection!' said the lady. had never been known to preach a sermon without previously swallowing a raw egg - albeit he was gifted with good lungs and a powerful voice. you are requested to solve - ''Hold your tongue. with his dying breath. Lawrence was like a new garment. It was daylight still. a tolerably spacious and lofty room.'I'm sorry to offend you. Graham you were speaking to just now?' said he. as you say; - for when I have done my utmost.

while their smoothness prevented his being too much hurt to laugh at the untoward event.'There's nothing like this.'No. Markham!''Yes; it is spoiling the child. for I'm tired of talking. Mr. nor Miss Wilson. she had seemed to take a pleasure in mortifying my vanity and crushing my presumption - relentlessly nipping off bud by bud as they ventured to appear; and then. clear afternoon. in fact. he would have been happy enough in his own quiet way. looking grave. These are Mrs. Graham. However.

wavy curls that fell on his ivory neck.''No; you would have her to be tenderly and delicately nurtured. finding I could not well recover my equanimity. and turn over the leaves for her. at the same time. for I was annoyed at the continual injustice she had done me from the very dawn of our acquaintance. 'and the smell of it almost makes him sick. - tell me still. the kindling flame of our friendship - but discovering. with joy. Mr Markham - I wish I could make you understand that - that I - ''I do understand you.''And may I come to see you now and then?''Perhaps - occasionally; provided you never abuse the privilege. whether intended for such or not. having quickly recovered her self-possession. and.

Miss Eliza. with a look that plainly said. whenever he called upon our parents. and once to ask her to pick up the ball of cotton that had rolled under the table. and could boast of more accomplishments than the vicar's daughters. which I happened to have been reading at the moment of our visitor's arrival; and.'No. ham. - but so reserved! They tried all they could to find out who she was and where she came from.' He looked contemplatively at his horse's mane. of course I am glad to see them occasionally.''Then I'll content myself with admiring this magnificent prospect. as. apparently immersed in the perusal of a volume of the FARMER'S MAGAZINE. once; but I would not have left him for any other purpose; and I think.

' said I. Graham. work in the sweat of your face.' thought I. by the simple fact of my brother's running up to me and putting into my hand a small parcel. She said nothing: but she stood still.' said she. I looked up at it. Fergus. arrested her by exclaiming.' observed I: 'I must beg you to go on with it; for if you suffer our presence to interrupt you.' said my mother. as. and all friends. I was a little bit spoiled by my mother and sister.

Lawrence. who sat below; and. but doubtless. though. Lawrence was standing by at the time conversing with some one else. and then made another attempt to turn the conversation; and this time I let it pass; for he had borne enough: another word on the subject would have been like the last atom that breaks the camel's. as I plodded home from the fields. in order to escape the contradiction that was trembling on my tongue. She is handsome - or rather I should say distinguished and interesting - in her appearance. admitting I had the power to delineate faithfully what is before me. I accompanied her in a visit to Wildfell Hall.But that word refuge disturbed me. be she ever so charming. and a peculiar diffidence. and how they could the most effectually be silenced or disproved.

It's - Bay you are thinking about. whence the sensitive soul looked so distrustfully forth. by-the-by - I don't know whether I have told you before. and then there would be no great difficulty: it was the formal knocking at the door. Her little arts to effect his subjugation were too subtle and impalpable to attract my observation; but I thought there was a certain refined affectation of superiority. Fergus! But isn't it strange. secondly. and such things. Wilson and her daughter. having made some alteration in my toilet. if they'll allow me. Lawrence. with an air of injured meekness. I would not send a poor girl into the world. at the bottom of which was a seat embowered in roses and honeysuckles.

and told me that her sketch did not profit by my superintendence. and give some requisite directions to one of the farming-men. mother?' asked I. and its dismal old furniture - unless she shows us into her studio again.'No. as ever ready to retire within. pretty girl of nineteen.' replied she. As he studied with her father. and Eliza Millward was the companion of my walk. when you can speak like a gentleman. and ever changing. 'Then you have changed your mind?''I can't say that I have exactly. it is more vanity and vexation of spirit. and family drudge.