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gether. It was astonishing how much good
_ they did, and how much they were beloved by
their neighbours. Their names had never been
noted in any fashionable register, but it was en-
graved upon every peasant heart in the district.
‘‘As happy as Edward and Rose Lynne,”’ be-
came a proverb; and if any thing was needed
to increase the love the one felt for the other, it
was perfected by the affection of their children.

“TI think,” said the old rector, as they sat
round the evening tea-table, “ that our school
may now vie with any in the diocese—thanks
to the two Roses; twin roses they might almost
be called, though Rosa hardly equals Rose. I
wonder what Mrs. Myles would say if she were
to look upon this happy group. Ah dear!—
well God is very good to permit such a foretaste
of heaven as is met with here.” And the’be-
nevolent countenance of the good pastor beam-
ed upon the happy family. ‘I have brought
you the weekly paper,” he continued; ‘the
Saturday paper. I had not time to look at it
myself, but here it is. Now, Edward, read us
the news.” The farther people are removed
from the busy scenes of life, the more anxious
they are to hear of their proceedings; and Ed-
ward read leading articles, debates, reviews, un-
til, under the head of “ Paris,” he read as fol-
Jows—‘ Considerable sensation has been excit-
ed here by the sudden death of the beautiful
Lady Me