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dom of election. ‘God bless you, cousin!”
said Rose; “*God bless you—your object is
attained. I hope you will sleep well to-night.”

“Sleep!” she éxclaimed; “how can I sleep?
Did you not hear the wife of a mere city baro-
net inquire if late hours did not injure a coun-
try constitution; and see the air with which
she said it?”

“¢ And why did you not answer that a coun-
try constitution gave you strength to sustain
them? In the name of all that is right, dearest
Helen, why do you not assert your dignity asa
woman, instead of standing upon your rank?
Why not, as a woman, boldly and bravely re-
vert to your former position, and at the same
time prove your determination to support your
present? You were as far from shame as Helen
Marsh of Abbeyweld, as you are as the wife of
an honourable member. Be yourself. Be
simply, firmly yourself, my own Helen, and
you will at once, from being the scorned, be-
come the scorner.”

‘This from you, who love a lowly state?”

“T love my own birthright, Mwly though it
be. No one will attempt to pull me down. I
shall have no heartaches—suffer no affronts?”’

‘“ Oh!” said Helen, * if I had but been born
to what I possess.”

‘‘ Mr. Stokes said if you had been born an
honourable, you would have grasped at a coro-
net.”