TURNS OF FORTUNE. 27

her feelings were soothed by wandering from
place to place, or table to table ; but after a con-
siderable pause, she said—‘ I wish you were a
little older, Mabel ; I wish you to be older, that
I might convince you, dear, that it is in vain to
expect happiness from the possession of wealth,
unless we circuldte it, share it with others, and
yet do so prudently and watchingly. Yet, my
poor dear father would be very angry if he
heard me say that, Mabel.”

“Yes, I know,” interrupted the thoughtless
girl, “ for he was a miser.”’

‘‘ Hush, Mabel!’ exclaimed her aunt ; ** how
can you say anything so harsh of him from
whom we inherit all we have. He was careful,
peculiar, very peculiar; but he saved all for
me; and may God judge mercifully between
him and me if I cannot in all things do as he
would have had me,” and then she paused, as
if reasoning and arguing with herself; apolo-
gising for the human throes in her own bosom
that led her to act so frequently in direct oppo-
sition to her father’s desires; so that to those
who could not understand her motives and feel-
ings, she appeared every day more inconsistent.
‘It is difficult to judge of motives in any case.
I am sure, if he had only gone abroad into the
world, and seen distress as I have seen it, he
could not have shut his heart against his fellow-
creatures: but his feelings were hardened
against some, whom he considered types of all,

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