108 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

the present; and I have observed it ever since
you threw away the handful of jessamine we
had gathered at the grey fountain of Abbeyweld,
because you could not have moss roses like the
squire’s daughter.”

‘¢ Foolish girl!” she answered, ‘ has not per-
severance in the desire obtained the moss roses?”

‘‘ Yes,” said her cousin, sadly, ‘* but now you
desire exotics. I should despise myself if it
were possible that I could forget the affection
of my heart in what appears to me the unsub-
stantial vanities of life. Dear Helen, in sick-
ness or sorrow let me ever be your friend ; but
I must be free to keep on in my own humble
sphere.”

It seemed as if poor Rose was doomed to
undergo all trials. Helen was not one to yield
to circumstances; and though her physician
prescribed rest, she lived almost without it,
avoiding repose, laying herself under the most
painful obligations to obtain her end, and en-
during the greatest mental anxiety. Not only
this; she taunted poor Rose with her increased
anxieties, affirming, that if she had not render-
ed the old gentleman her foe by the ill-timed
refusal, hé would have assisted, not thwarted,
her cherished object; that his influence was
great, and was now exertedagainst them. “If,”
she added, “‘ you had only the common tact of
any other girl, you might have played him a