64 ALL {8S NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

Rau Mrs. Myles and her Visiter tete-a-tete in the
widow’s small parlour. It was a cheerful, plea-
sant room, such as is often met with in the clean
villages of England. There were two or three
pieces of embroidery, in frames of faded gild-
ing; an old-fashioned semicircular card-table
stood opposite the window, and upon it rested
a filagree tea-caddy, basedsby a mark-a-tree
work-box, flanked on one by the Bible, on
the other by a prayer-book ; while on the space
in front was placed “‘ The Whole Art of Cook-
ery,” by Mrs. Glasse.” High-backed chairs of
black mahogany were ranged along the white-
washed walls; a corner cupboard displayed
upon its door the magnificence of King Solo-
mon, and the liberality of the Queen of Sheba,
while within glittered engraved glasses, and
fairy-like cups and saucers, that would delight
the hearts of the fashionables of the present
day. Indeed, Mrs. Myles knew their value,
and prided herself thereon, for whenever the
squire or any great lady paid her a visit, she
was sure, before they entered, to throw the cup-
board door slyly open, so as to display its trea-
sures; and then a little bit of family pride would
creep out—‘' Yes, every one said they were
pretty—and so she supposed they were—but
they were nothing to her grandmother’s, where
she remembered the servants eating off real India
chaney.”’ 'The room also contained a high-
backed sofa, covered with chintz; very stately,