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126 ‘ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

‘‘ But to a mind like yours, the achieving an
object must be so delightful!”

“Ay, Rose, so it is; but that sort of thing
soon passes away, and we have no sooner ob-
tained possession of one, than another still more
desirable presents itself. How peaceful and
happy you seem. Well, an idle mind must be
a perpetual feast.”

‘* But 1 have not an idle mind, not an idle
moment,”’ replied Rose, colouring a little ; “« my
husband, my children, my humble household,
the care of the parochial schools, now that poor
Mr. Stokes has grown so infirm ’’——

“Yes, yes!” interrupted Helen; “ and yet,
Rose, when I look at you, even now, I cannot
but think you were fitted for better things.”

“ Better than learning how to occupy time
profitably, and training souls for immortality !”
she replied; ‘but you are worn and tired, let
me wait upon you this one night, as I used long,
long ago to do—let me wait upon my own dear
cousin, instead of a menial, this one night, and
to-morrow you shall see Edward and the chil-
dren.”

The worn-hearted woman of the great world
Jaid her face upon her cousin’s shoulder, and
then fairly hid it in her bosom. Why it was,
He only, who knows the mysterious workings
of the human heart, can tell; but she wept long
and very bitterly, assigning no cause for her
tears, but sobbing and weeping like a sorrowing