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1 DECEMBER TO APRIL Week after week, month after month, the time had flown by

Christiven place to s Thaws had ended in rain, rain in wind, wind in dust Showery days had come--the period of pink dawns and white sunsets; with the third week in April the cuckoo had appeared, with the fourth, the nightingale

Edward Springrove was in London, attending to the duties of his new office, and it had becohbourhood of Carriford that the engagement between hie at the end of the year

The only occasion on which her lover of the idle delicious days at Bud-place had been seen by Cytherea after the time of the decisive correspondence, was once in church, when he sat in front of her, and beside Miss Hinton

The rencounter was quite an accident Springrove had come there in the full belief that Cytherea ay fronorant of her presence throughout the service

It is at such moments as these, when a sensitive nature writhes under the conception that its most cherished emotions have been treated with contumely, that the sphere-descended Maid, Music, friend of Pleasure at other ti, unrelenting The congregation sang the first Psalm and came to the verse-'Like some fair tree which, fed by streams, With timely fruit doth bend, He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend' Cytherea's lips did notthe words in the depths of her being, although the man to whom she applied them sat at her rival's side?

Perhaps the moral co conditions is the real nobility that lies in her extreme foolishness at these other times; her sheer inability to be siical power entirely denied to hting to kiss the rod by a punctilious observance of the self-i doctrines in the Sermon on the Mount

As for Edward--a little like otherto think, the aberrancy of a given love is in itself a recommendation--his sentiment, as he looked over his cousin's book, was of a lower rank, Horatian rather than Psalmodic-'O, what hast thou of her, of her Whose every look did love inspire; Whose every breathing fannedhim see her, Cytherea slipt out of church early, and went ho in her ears as she tried bravely to kill a jealous thought that would nevertheless live: 'My nature is one capable ofthan hers! She can't appreciate all the sides of hiible to ht, than his presence itself is to her!' She was less noble then