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burst of indignant feeling, mingled with much
bitterness, which repelled the untruth. A strong
fit of hysterics, into which Mary Charles work-
ed herself, was terminated by a scene of the
most painful kind, her father being upbraided
by her mother with “ loving other people’s chil-
dren better than his own,” while the curate him-
self knelt by the side of his betrothed, assuring |
her of his unaltered affection. From such a
scene Miss Adams hastened with a throbbing
brow and a bursting heart. She had no one ta

counsel or console her; no one to whom she

could apply foraid. For the first time sinceshe
had experienced her uncle’s tenderness, she |

she had been the means of disturbing his: do-

mestic peace ; the knowledge of the burden she

and hers were considered, weighed her to the

earth; and in a paroxysm of anguish she fell

on her knees, exclaiming, “*Oh, why are the

dependent born into the world! Father, father,

why did you leave us, whom you so loved, to

such a fate!” And then she reproached her-

self for having uttered a word reflecting on his

memory. One of the every-day occurrences of

life—so common as to be hardly observed—is

to find really kind, good-natured people not

““weary of well-doing.” ‘Oh, really I was

worn out with so-and-so; they are so decidedly

unfortunate that it is impossible to help them,”

is a general excuse for deserting those whose