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and there are very few_who have strength to
give birth to, and cherish up a resolve, who will
not achieve a purpose, be it for good or bad, for
weal or for wo. Rose was altogether and per-
fectly simple and single-hearted : conscious that
she was an orphan, dependent upon her grand-
mother’s slender annuity for support, and that
Helen’s father could not provide both for his
daughter and his niece, her life was one of pa-
tient industry and unregretted privation. Be-
fore she was fifteen, she had persuaded her
grandmother to part with her serving maiden,
and, with very little assistance from Helen, she
performed the labours of their cottage, aided
twice a-week by an elderly woman, who often
declared that such another girl as Rose Dillon
was not to be found inthe country. Both were
now verging on seventeen, and Helen received
the addresses of a young farmer in the neigh-
bourhood—a youth of excellent yeoman family,
and of superior education and manners.

The cousins walked out one evening together,
and Rose turned into the lane where they used
frequently to meet Edward Lynne.

‘** No, Rose,” said Helen, “ not there; I am
not in a humour to meet Edward to-night.”

‘* But you said you would,” said Rose.

‘¢ Well, do not look so solemn about it. I
daresay I did—but lover’s promises—if indeed
we are lovers. Do you know, Rose, I should
be very much obliged to you to take Edward