140 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

Rose screamed, and the paper trembled in
Edward’s hand. ‘ This is too horrid,” he said
** Do let me hear it all!” exclaimed his wife

It was many minutes before Edward Lynne
could tell her, that there was more than an in-
Sinuation, that, wearied of existence, she, the
brilliant, the beautiful, the fortunate Lady .
wearied of life, had abridged it herself.

Before they separated that evening, the Holy
Word was read with more than usual feeling
and solemnity by Mr. Stokes, and: yet he could
not read as much as usual. ‘All flesh is
grass,” brought tears into his eyes. +His prayer
that all might long enjoy the perpetual feast of
a contented mind, was echoed by every heart ;
and the gratitude all felt for God’s goodness to
them was mingled with regret for Helen; all in-
termediate time was forgotten, and the elders
of that little party only remembered the bright
and beautiful girl, the pride of Abbeyweld.

‘*God bless my beloved pupil!” said the
venerable clergyman, as he departed; ‘ with-
out a holy grace all is indeed vanity. Mav
Rosa learn, as early as her mother did, that

‘ ALE IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.’ ”’