THE BEAUTIFUL SOUL. 159

‘“T hope not, my dear young lady; I hope
there is no danger of that, for envy is a very
miserable feeling, as well as a very sinful one;
and you know it leads to ‘hatred and all un-
charitableness.’ Ah! sir, that is the easily-beset-
ting sin of poor deformed creatures like me;
and I feel something as if I longed to speak
to such all over the world, and tell them how
much happier they would be if they would
only see their heavenly Father’s hand in every-
thing; then they would adore his power and
goodness in the beautiful, and submit to his
merciful chastisement in themselves. I long
to tell them, too, that there is a beauty which.
may be theirs—the best of all beauty, the
beauty of the soul. And do you know, siz, I
think sometimes that this beauty shines through
the body, as it were, and makes the plainest
face pleasant.”

“Tt docs, Miss Bennet, it does,” said Mr.
Lovett, as he looked in her face, animated by
her good and benevolent fecling, and thought
there was a great deal of the soul’s beauty there.
Lucy must have had the same thought, for,