But I have reason for sighing, madam; which you have not Such a mother! A mother that I wanted to be good, not so much to me, as to herself: a mo-ther so unhappy, that one must be glad to run away from her. My poor papa! so good as he was to every-body, and even to her, yet had his heart broken O madam! (flinging her arms about me, and hiding her face in my bosom) have 1 not cause to sigh?

I was greatly moved: so dutifully sensible of her calamity! ami for such a calamity, who would not?

Such a disgrace too! said she, raising her head. Poor woman! Yet sht has the worst of it. Do you think that that is not enough to make one sigh?

Amiable goodness! (kissing her cheek) I shall love you too well.

You are too good to me: you must not be so good to me: that, even that will make me sigh. My guar-dians goodness to me gives me pain; and I think verily, I sigh more since last I left Mrs. Lane, and have seen more of his goodness, and how every body admires, and owns obligation to, him, than I did before. To have a stranger, as one may say, and so very fine a gentleman, to be so good to one, and to have such an unhappy mother, who gives Am so much trouble how can one help sighing for both reasons?

Dear girl! said I, my heart overflowing with compassion for her, you and I are bound equallj, by the tie of gratitude, to esteem him.

Ah, madam, you will one day be the happiest of all women and. so you deserve to be. ^

What means my Emily?

Don’t I see, don’t I hear, what is designed to be brought about by Lord and Lady L. and Miss Grandison? And don’t I hear from my Anne, what every — body expects and wishes for?

Axvdidoes everybody expect and wish, my Emily

I stopped. She went on. And don’t I see that my guardian himself loves you?

Do you think so, Emily?

O how he dwells upon your words when you speak!

You fancy so, my dear.

You have not observed his eyes so much as I have done, when he is in your company. I have watched your eyes, too; but have not seen that you mind him quite so much as he does j^ou Indeed he loves you dearly. And then she sighed again.

But why that sigh, my Emily? Were I so happy as you think, in the esteem of this good man, would you envy me, my dear?

Envy you! I, such a simple girl as I, envy you? No, indeed. Why should I envy you? But tell me now; dear madam, tell me; Don’t you love my guardian?

Every-body does. You, my Emily, love him.