EDITH,

YOUNG TEACHER.

ec RL

CHAPTER I.

oSUNDAY MORNING.

Epirus and her mother were sitting
in a shady part of the garden one
bright morning in summer time. It
was early, for breakfast had not long
been over, and the village clock had
not yet struck nine. Mrs. Austen had
been reading to the little girl some
verses about the sabbath; and they
were still talking of the verses, and
of the blessings which God has pro-
mised to those who love his day, and
keep it holy, when aunt Mary came