132 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

He has reproached me for what he terms my
insensibility to his perfections, and says I ought
to rejoice that he is so easily rendered happy—
only imagine this! Rose, you must give me
your daughter, to be to me as my own. Her
beauty and sweetness will at once wean my hus-
band’s love from this boy; and, moreover, chil-
dren brought up together—do you not see !—
that boy will become attached to one of the
‘plebeian blood,’ and wedding her hereafter,
scald to the core the proud heart of his mother,
as she has scalded mine!” ,

“JT cannot, Helen,” replied Rose, after a
pause, during which her cousin’s glittering in-
quiring eyes were fixed upon her face—* I can- ©
not; I could not answer to my God at the last
day for delivering the soul he gave to my care
to be so tutored (forgive me) as to forget Him
in all things.”

‘Forget God!” repeated Helen once or
twice—I forget God! Do you think I am a
heathen ?”’

‘No, cousin—no—for you have all know- ©
ledge of the truth; but knowledge, and profit-
ing by our knowledge, are different. My little
gentle-hearted girl will be happier far in her
own sphere. I could not see her degraded to
bait a trap for any purpose; she will be happy,
happier in her own sphere.”

The lady bit her compressed lips; but during
her whole life she never gave up a point, nor an