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plained, that seeing she was different to London
ladies, he had come to the determination of
making her his wife. He did not seem to ap-
prehend any objection on her part to this
arrangement; but having concluded the busi-
ness in as few words as possible, stood, with his
hands behind him, very much as if he expected
the lady he addressed to express her gratitude,
and suffer him to name the day. Firmly and
respectfully Rose declined the honour, declar-
ing “she had no heart to give,” and adding a
few civil words of thanks to the old gentleman,
who would have evinced more sense had he pro-
posed to adopt, not marry her. Without a re-
ply, the old gentleman left the room; but pre-
sently her cousin entered, and in terms of bitter
scorn, inquired if she were mad enough to
refuse such an offer—one that would immedi-
ately take her out of her humble sphere, and
place her where she might be happy. Rose
replied, with more than usual firmness, that she
had learned, since she had been with her, the
total insufficiency of rank and power to produce
happiness. ‘TI am convinced,” she continued,
‘that it is the most likely to dwell where
there are the fewest cares, and that the strain-
ing after distinction is at variance with its exist-
ence. ‘To be useful, and fulfil well the duties
of our native sphere, is the surest way to be
happy. Oh! Helen, you do not know what it
is; you look too much to the future to enjoy