70° = AbL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

other, of the cousins; but What availed his oc-
casional admonishing when counteracted by the
weak flattery of Mrs. Myles?

CHAPTER II.

Years passed; the lovely children, who trip-
ped hand in hand down the street of Abbeyweld,
grew into ripe girlhood, and walked arm in
arm—the pride and admiration of every villa-
ger. ‘The curate became at last rector, and
Mrs. Myles’s absurdities increased with her
years. The perfect beauty of the cousins, both
of face and form, rendered them celebrated far
_ and near. Each had a separate character as
from the first ; and yet—but that Rose Dillon
was a little shorter than her cousin Helen
Marsh, and that the expsession of her eyes was
so different that it was almost impossible to be-
lieve they were the same shape and colour, the
cousins might have been mistaken for each
other—I say might, because it is rather remark-
able that they never were. Helen’s fine dark
eyes had a lofty and forbidding aspect, while
Rose had not the power, if indeed she ever en-
tertained the will, of looking either the one or
the other. I thought Rose the most graceful of