The Fairy Godmothers. 9

allow them a diftant tafte of this, the moft exqui-
fite of their enjoyments.

There was no more difcuffion that night, nor
did they argue much the next morning. There
was the rifing fun to welcome from the fleep-
ing caves on the eaftern fide of their country,
and the bath to be enjoyed, and their wings to
plume, and {weet odours to gather from the early
flowers ; and the time pafled fo quickly, they only
met to take a hurried leave. ‘* We muft under-
ftand each other however, before we feparate,”’
faid Euphrofyne.

“© Dear Ianthe, your Gift is Beauty?” “ It
is.” ‘ And mine is Riches,” faid Euphrofyne.
“¢ All the pleafures of life fhall be at my Godchild’s
feet,” faid another Fairy, laughing. “ If that will
not enfure -happinefs, I know not what will.”
Ambrofia held back—*“ Y our choice, dear Sifter?”
afked Euphrofyne.

“ Come! we have no time to lofe.”

“It muft remain a fecret,’ was the reply.
“ Our difcourfe yefterday evening was fo thought-
ful, fo fad, I could not fleep. I arofe hours before
you: this morning, ere daylight ftreaked the fky.
Dear Sifters, how fhocked you will be to hear I
wept; but now I have determined. If my gift
fucceed I will tell you all about it, or you fhall
guefs it yourfelves; for I now propofe that our
Fairy Gifts this year fhall be a fort of experiment
on human happinefs. Let us from time to time
vifit in company our young charges, and let the