ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS. 105°

*¢ And, after all,”” murmured poor Rose, “and
after all, dear Helen,-you are really unhappy.”

‘‘ Miserable !”” was the reply—“ no creature
was ever so perfectly miserable asTam! The
one drop of poison has poisoned the whole cup.
What to me was all this grandeur, when I felt
that that woman looked down upon me, and in-
duced others to do the same ; that thoffgh I was
with them, I was not of them; and all through
her means. Ivers could not understand my
feeling ; and, besides, I dare not let him know
what had been said by one of his own clique,
lest he should become inoculated by the same
feeling.” ~

‘* Another fruit,” thought Rose Dillon, * of
the evil which attends unequal marriages.”

‘‘ But my triumph will come !”’ she repeated ;
‘“‘Ivers must carry all before him; and who
knows what may follow?”

‘‘ Still unsatisfied!” thought Rose, as she
wandered through the splendid rooms and in-
haled the perfume of the most expensive exot-
ics, and gazed upon beautiful pictures, and lis-
tened to the roll of carriages, and heard the
kind fond voice of Helen’s devoted husband
urging the physician, who made his daily calls,
to pay his wife the greatest attention. .‘ Still
unsatisfied !”” she repeated; ‘‘and then she
thought of one of Edward’s homely but wise
proverbs—* All is not gold that glitters ;” and
she thought how quite as beautiful, and more