with a meek "Guid night, missus, and sweet dreams till ye;" and then, taking up the candle, departed. And presuming she went straight to bed, as she was bid, so will we, dear reader.

CHAPTER VI.

"He was a shepherd, and no mercenary ;

And though he holy was and virtuous,

He was to sinful men full piteous.

His words were strong, but not with anger fraught—

A love benignant he discreetly taught;

To draw mankind to heaven by gentleness
And good example was his business."

CHAUCER.

JOHN pursued his visits, Emily her unpacking and setting in order, and Mrs. Dawson came to help her.

If Emily was disposed to like Mrs. Dawson from John's account, think what Mrs. Dawson thought of Emily. Words will not

express it; but from that time began a

friendship which lasted-(nay, I must not tell, for, by so doing, I may let out part of the history that must be told in its proper place or I may alarm my readers by hinting at the number of years they will have to travel with me through this domestic narrative, so I will say nothing.)

Jeffreys, Mrs. Dawson's son, also came to help at the unpacking, and fell violently in love with baby. He was eight years old, and was already the victim of a misplaced attachment to one of the Miss Robarts, having been forbidden the house because he was discovered saluting her baby's cheek. Therefore, it was with feelings of the most ardent delight that he discovered he was not indifferent to the new object of his attachment. She stared at him resolutely for five minutes at a time, making his great cheeks blush again, until the dull red went up into the roots of his hair. Also she took pleasant liberties with him

-pulling his hair, and putting her fingers into his great blue eyes.

Jeffreys was not a handsome boy; on the contrary, he was very ugly, and no wonder little Adeline was amazed at his eyes, and irresistibly inclined to investigate their nature-for they were nearly as large as saucers, and of a light, unmeaning blue. Mr. Leslie tried to look at him with pleasure, because he was a boy, and also because he was such a good-natured one. But he mentally thought " If Emily ever gives me a boy, I trust it will not be like Jeffreys." N.B.-To be the father of a boy was John's ardent but secret hope.

events.

And now Sunday morning came. That day to be of great Little did Emily think, as she tripped downstairs in her spotless dress of

white India muslin, trimmed with lace round the throat and sleeves-little did

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she think how many eyes were to be fixed upon her, as she went into the house of God, full only of her own innocent and pious thoughts. Eyes of observation, critical eyes, curious eyes, unkind, severe eyes-perhaps eyes that became envious envious as they looked. But at present no wonder she came downstairs with such a bright face; John was to see the rooms that unhappy drawingroom and morose dining-room, the existence of which he had tried to forget.

If ever a husband was astonished and amazed, that husband was John. For a moment or two he felt inclined to assert positively that those were not the diningroom and drawing-room. However, a decided and strong smell of paint, a few local and unmistakable points established the fact; and then John admired and wondered, to the heart's content of his wife. But we must describe them.