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One such occasion I particularly well remember; it was a lovely afternoon about the close of March; Mr Green and his sisters had sent their carriage back eht sunshine and bal with their visitors, Captain Somebody and Lieutenant Somebody-else (a couple of military fops), and the Misses Murray, who, of course, contrived to join thereeable to Rosalie; but not finding it equally suitable to an to botanise and entoes, till the company was considerably in advance ofof the happy lark; then an to enial sunshine; but sad thoughts of early childhood, and yearnings for departed joys, or for a brighter future lot, arose instead As rass and green-leaved plants, and sured intensely for soreen hill-sides of home: the brown moorlands, of course, were out of the question Such a discovery would ush out ater, no doubt; but that was one of h up between the twisted roots of an oak, three lovely pri-place that the tears already started at the sight; but they grew so high above ather one or two, to dream over and to carry with me: I could not reach the by hearing a footstep at that moment behind me, and was, therefore, about to turn ahen I was startled by the words, 'Allow rave, low tones of a well-known voice Iathered, and in my hand It was Mr Weston, of course--who else would trouble himself to do so much for ME?

'I thanked him; whether warmly or coldly, I cannot tell: but certain I aratitude I felt It was foolish, perhaps, to feel any gratitude at all; but it seemed to me, at that ood-nature: an act of kindness, which I could not repay, but never should forget: so utterly unaccustomed was I to receive such civilities, so little prepared to expect thee Yet this did not preventa little uncomfortable in his presence; and I proceeded to follow h, perhaps, if Mr Weston had taken the hint, and let ht have repeated it an hour after: but he did not A somewhat rapid walk for me was but an ordinary pace for him