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Come, why don't you talk to ot theht as a rule?' 'Yes' 'Why do you do that?' 'Because I have always done so, and it would seee if I were not to Do you?' 'I? A wicked old sinner likefor years--thought so so long that I should be glad to think otherwise from very weariness; and yet, such is the code of the polite world, that I subscribe regularly to Missionary Societies and others of the sortWell, say your prayers, dear--you won't omit them now you recollect it I should like to hear you very much Will you?' 'It seems hardly--' 'It would see, and nearer--far nearer Heaven than I am now Do, sweet one,' Cytherea was e conjuncture of affairs Since she had loved Edward Springrove, she had linked his nahtly supplications to the Alhty She wished to keep her love for him a secret, and, above all, a secret from a woman like Miss Aldclyffe; yet her conscience and the honesty of her love would not for an instant allow her to think of oer the efficacy of all her previous prayers for his success by an unworthy sharievous wrong to hiht the position justified a little finesse, and have skipped hi for such trifling

'I would rather not say the altogether was the sa her poor Edward over to Satan just as unceremoniously as before 'Yes; I will say my prayers, and you shall hear me,' she added firmly

She turned her face to the pillow and repeated in low soft tones the simple words she had used from childhood on such occasions Owen's na, but in the other case, ion, and that when supported by excellent intentions At the name of Edward she stammered, and her voice sank to the faintest whisper in spite of her

'Thank you, dearest,' said Miss Aldclyffe 'I have prayed too, I verily believe You are a good girl, I think' Then the expected question came