own that drest by Victorine and coèffée by

Le Gracieux,

"The mighty magnet set,

In woman's form, was mightier yet."

And Ellen, ah Ellen was no coquette, and, therefore, a much more impracticable person. Yet Julian, emboldened by his success with Augusta, tried and tried again.

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Ellen," he said, "do let Le Gracieux dress your hair once. Behold Augusta! she does not look like the same person!"

"That is why I hate the change.'

"But does she not look far more elegant, more fashionable, more divine?"

"More fashionable, yes, and, therefore, in my eyes, not half so lovely. As for divine, cousin, it seems to me an absurd expression when applied to aught so earthly as mere mortal beauty; but I should say a woman never looked so perfectly the opposite of divine, as when she comes fresh from the hands of a Parisian coiffeur and couturière."

"And will nothing induce you just to try

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Le Gracieux?-there is a finish about his style. I am sure no one would recognize you."

"There is a great want of finish about yours, cousin," said Ellen, laughing. “Are those the compliments you bring from your gallant city of flattery and tact? Not recognize me!-thank you, I wish to be recognized, and, therefore, once for all, I decline the services of Monsieur Le Gracieux."

"And I think Ellen quite right," said Mr. Lindsay, fondly stroking her soft gold ringlets.

"Weel, to think of the taste o' young men of these days; mony's the compliment I've had paid to my curls in my young days; these locks did their execution, I can tell ye, or if na jist these, my ain war as like as twa peas;" and Miss Tibby put her hand to a sandy front, which nearly covered her forehead: "it's vary trying to bare the face in that way, cousin, and to my taste it looks mighty bauld. I wish ye'd a' take pattern by me, young lassies. I remember young Douglas used to say, caught in the tangles of

Miss Tibby's hair-not that my hair ever was tangled, and puir Donald used to say, if I'd na gold in my pocket, I'd mickle on my brow, and mony a sonnet I've had on my curls, I can tell ye."

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But, if you decline Le Gracieux, Ellen, you will employ Victorine."

"No," said Ellen, "do not think me disobliging, but that I am still more decided not to do."

"And why?"

"Because I think English ladies should encourage English industry. My mantua-maker is a young, obliging, hard-working girl, who supports her mother by her needle, and, could your Victorine really make me appear what you call divine, I feel, by employing her, I should be scarcely human!"

"I suppose, then, you spurn French silks, blonds, laces, all, in short, that our neighbours excel and we fail in-you are a mighty patroness of English manufactures."

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No, not a mighty, a very humble onewould I were mightier for the sake of starving

age and toiling infancy! I see, I appreciate the superiority of the foreign articles you allude to, and yet knowingly I never purchase them. It is very little that one so humble as I am can do; but, if all high and low would do the same, much misery would be avoided, and I am sure there are few beauties so heartless as to wish, by wearing foreign finery, to prevent our poor from earning wherewith to cover them from the cold."

“After all, you are right, Ellen," said Julian, gazing at her with admiration.

"Such noble sentiments make me seem very cruel and paltry, Ellen," said Augusta, evidently hurt. "You do not know that I have received all sorts of fine things from Paris this very day."

"No, dear Augusta: had I known it I should have been silent, but I am sure you yielded to Julian's persuasions; you were too kind to refuse, as I have done, so that even your frailties lean to virtue's side.'"

"When I first saw Donald," said Miss Tibby, "I was just in a neat light-prented

cotton saque, (so we called a kind of upper gown) made by mysel', and a full petticoat, wi' a sma' basket hoop, and my hair was curled in a bonny bunch on my forehead, with a sma' sprinkling of pooder, and a sma' white muslin ornament on my head, also of my ain devising, and likewise made by my ain sel'. I'm sure I never looked sae bonny as on that day."

"Now," said Mr. Lindsay, who saw Augusta was hurt, "I know not which of my nieces to love the best-Augusta for her graceful compliance with another's will, or Ellen for her noble defence of her own."

"I hope," said the conciliating Mrs. Lindsay, "Ellen's refusal has not offended my dear nephew. I'm sure his taste is the finest I ever met with."

"Thank you, aunt. Ellen is right in the sacrifice of appearance to principle, as Brutus was right when he sacrificed his own son. But Augusta and I are not made of such stern stuff, nor capable of such an heroic self-martyrdom. This evening I am going to intro