we think in this instance at least, the happy medium may be found. The very first day though after their arrival at home, Helen met with a reproof. On enter ing the drawing room (which though filled with elegan cies, had nevertheless a cramped appearance, as though the very china was ashamed of being any other shape than square,) Mrs. Stewart remarked with the utmost gravity, 'My dear Helen, you left a glove upon that flower stand, I should have desired Green to have given it to you, had it not been for the example's sake. D Helen had great difficulty to refrain from laughing, as she hastened to remove the offender from its place of repose, in the now deserted stand; internally wishing that her visit was already concluded. If by chance she forgot, and seated herself carelessly upon an ottoman, or any very low seat, a reproving glance generally brought her back to a more elevated position; for had all the cushions of an oriental palace been offered to Mrs. Stewart for repose, though ever so fatigued, she would infinitely have preferred sitting unsupported; a species of voluntary and useless martyrdom, Helen could scarcely comprehend; whilst she really pitied her aunt, for being subject to this lugubrious pleasure; for certainly, there must have been some kind of satisfaction in it, to have induced her to sacrifice so much real comfort to its influence. On the Sunday morning, though it was not usually her place of public worship, Mrs. Stewart accompanied Helen to the cathedral. She had been there before, but it again appeared to her, in undiminished beauty and grandeur; and an indescribable feeling of awe crept over her, as they entered the magnificent edifice; whilst the full toned organ was pouring its rich volume of sound amid the vaulted isles. I know not why, and perhaps many may term it a fanciful idea, but I never enter a cathedral without associating it in my mind, with the temple at Jerusalem; and whilst the choral song is wreathing each column and shrine, with an almost seraphic melody; methinks I behold the Lord's ancient people, the favoured children of the most High; awaiting the presence of the Lord and Saviour of mankind: shadowed forth in the emblems around them. 66 Then as we mark that all types are done away with, arises the delightful thought, He hath come to us, "the Day Spring from on high hath visited us; the vail is removed, and we are bidden to come in." Let us not make light of the invitation, lest we prove as unbelieving as the Israelites of old; for there is a Jew in every heart, a portion of the Pharisee's pride in every bosom; and would we deal honestly by ourselves, even we might discover it, 'mid its insiduous and baneful disguises. The strains of the cathedral song are passing sweet; the burst of harmony, the dying, thrilling cadence, prolonged in faint echoes, until the charmed ear can only 66 catch the last soft murmur, as it meanders along the fretted roof;-'tis sublime. What then will be the tenfold sweetness of the song of the redeemed, where each is pure and holy, singing the praises of Him, who by his oblation once offered," hath opened unto us the "well of life."? Did we not know, did we not feel something at least of the depravity, of the madness, within our rebellious hearts; we should be ready to exclaim, Who could remain in the shadow of this living death? But alas! 'tis even so; and every day brings the painful conviction of the fact, that many remain within its precincts. Nevertheless, we are silenced, except to pity; we cannot condemn, remembering ever, that searching question, "Who maketh thee to differ from another, and what hast thou, that thou didst not receive?" And " see that ye refuse not him that speaketh. For if they escaped not, who refused him that spake on earth; much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven." The service being concluded, they were returning through Cy street, when Helen observed a gentleman bow to her. Knowing many persons in Y- she was not surprised; bnt just at that moment, she failed to recognise the person, who now looked as though doubtful, whether he too, had not been deceived in his conjecture. At length coming nearer, he said 'Miss Sinclair, I think I cannot so far be mistaken.' Helen replied, 'Excuse me, I ought to know you, but cannot remember your name.' 'My name,' answered he, 'is Arundel, but perhaps I am intrusive, in thus renewing our acquaintance of so short a date.' To her enquiries after Colonel Graham, he replied, 'My uncle is quite well thank you; he is with me, and would be delighted to see you: I was indeed surprised to see you here to day. Helen introduced Mr. Arundel to her aunt, who gave him a polite invitation to call the next morning: an offer which he readily accepted, both for his uncle and himself; and shortly after, politely wishing the ladies good morning, he left them. Mrs. Stewart expressed herself much pleased with his gentlemanly manners and appearance; whilst Helen felt gratified, in the idea of again meeting with Colonel Graham. In the afternoon, Mrs. Stewart and Helen went to the parish church, and saw their new friends no more until the following morning; when true to his appointment, Mr. Arundel came, accompanied by his uncle. Helen and the Colonel met as old friends, and Mrs. Stewart was, as it happened, so much pleased with them, that she pressed them to dine with her; and the invitation was accepted. In the evening, Colonel Graham engaged Helen in a conversation respecting her own family; and rather to her surprise, he appeared to take most interest in Edward. As Mrs. Stewart had left the room, Mr. Arundel took up a book, so as to leave them unembarrassed by his presence. The next day, Helen received a kind letter from Mrs. Middleton, who wisely forbore mentioning a name, Helen almost unconsciously sought for, as she finished its perusal; whilst the next moment, she thought it is as well, the sooner I forget him the better; and so by way of keeping this very laudable resolution, she thought of Mr. Cavendish more that day, than she had done for weeks past. T 1 1. B |