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A green valley with a brook running through it, full al by low stooping s Across this brook a plank is thrown, and over this plank Ada step, followed close by Gyp with the basket; evidentlyhis way to the thatched house, with a stack of timber by the side of it, about twenty yards up the opposite slope

The door of the house is open, and an elderly wo the evening sunshine; she has been watching with di speck which for the last fewson Adam Lisbeth Bede loves her son with the love of a woman to whom her first-born has coorous old worey hair is turned neatly back under a pure linen cap with a black band round it; her broad chest is covered with a buff neckerchief, and below this you see a sort of short bedgown made of blue-checkered linen, tied round the waist and descending to the hips, froth of linsey-woolsey petticoat For Lisbeth is tall, and in other points too there is a strong likeness between her and her son Adam Her dark eyes are so--but her broadly marked eyebrows are still black, her teeth are sound, and as she stands knitting rapidly and unconsciously with her work-hardened hands, she has as fir a pail of water on her head fro There is the same type of frame and the same keen activity of temperaot his well-filled brow and his expression of large-hearted intelligence

Fareat tragic draether by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement We hear a voice with the very cadence of our own uttering the thoughts we despise; we see eyes--ah, so like our mother's!--averted fro child startles us with the air and gestures of the sister we parted froo The father to e our best heritage--the mechanical instinct, the keen sensibility to haralls us and puts us to sha-lost lass as our orinkles co souls with her anxious humours and irrational persistence