90 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

and thought how very natural it was she should
feel interested, deeply interested, in him. He
had no sister; why should she not be to him a
sister? Ah, Rose, Rose! that sisterly reason-
ing is of all others the most perilous.

Time passed on. The bride wrote a letter,
which, in its tone and character, sounded pretty
much like a long trumpet-note of exultation.
Mrs. Myles declared it to be a dear letter, a
charming letter, a most lady-like letter, and yet
evidently she was not satisfied therewith. She
read scraps of it to all the neighbours, and
vaunted Mrs. Ivers, the Honourable Mrs. Ivers,
up to the skies. Like all persons whose dig-
nity and station are not the result of inheritance,
in the next epistle she was even more anxious
to impress her humble relatives with an idea of
her consequence. Mingled with a few epithets
of love, were a great many eulogiums on her
new station. She was too honest to regret, even
in seeming, the rural delights of the country,
(for Helen could not stoop to deceit,) but she
gave a list of titled visiters, and said she would
write more at length, were it not that every
Spare moment was spent in qualifying herself
to fill her station so as to do credit to her hus-
band.” This old Mrs. Myles could not under-
stand; she considered Helen fit to be a queen,
and said so.