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"Thank you, nurse, I shall never, never see heras if her heart would break; "but oh, nurse, I can bear the thought better since I have known that you would be near her"

And at night, when her darling nestled for the last tis Her knowledge of the great world was limited, but she believed it to be a very wicked place, and she profoundly distrusted her brilliant kinswos took no shape et her prayers nor her Bible" There was a soft response and fresh embrace at each pause "Nor play cards of a Sunday, nor ever play high Andbeaux and their compliments They never mean well by poor pretty maids If you believe them, they will onlybaronet should seek converse with you, prorant him no favour, no, not sowith hiht save evil can coo to Nurse Dove in all your difficulties She can advise you where your poor sister cannot It will ease my heart if I know that my child will attend to her You will not let yourself be puffed up with flattery, nor be offended if she be open and round with you Think that your poor sister Betty speaks in her Pray our old prayers, go to church, and read your Psalms and Lessons daily, and oh! never, never cheat your conscience O !"

So Aurelia cried herself to sleep, while Betty lay awake till the early hour in thewhen all had to be prepared for the start There was to be a ride of an hour and a half before breakfast so as to give the horses a rest It was a terrible separation, in , in these days, to America; for communication by letter was almost as slow, and infinitely more expensive

No doubt the full import of what he had done had dawned even on Major Delavie during the watches of that last sorrowful night, for he cae had doubled since he went to bed, wrapped in his dressing gown, his head covered with his night-cap, and leaning heavily on his staff He ca solemn discourses which parents ont to bestow on their children as valedictions, but when Aurelia, in her caht her tear-stained face to crave his blessing, he could only utter broken fragments "Bless thee my child! Take heed to yourself and your ways It is a bad world, beset with te my innocent lamb out into it Oh! ould your blessed mother say?"