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and the varied hues of the glass, as they were reflected on the fretted roofs or oaken wainscots, had had the same soft yet half mournful influence on the fancy of some fair, fond girl (now dust), which they had on that of the pensive Ellen.

While her mind took a sort of tone from the tints she gazed through, a feeling of desolation and a thought of cold and distant regions, where winter reigned for aye, and where no warm heart would welcome her, forced itself on her fancy if she viewed the landscape around through the blue or green panes ; and warm visions of love and summer, and kind hearts, and ripening suns, made her heart glad, if she gazed on it through the red, the yellow, or the orange-tinted glass. Then the clear, common, white glass, introduced here and there, caused another change there she beheld the country as it really was, partaking a little of the cold dreariness of the one, a little of the warm glow of the other; and then she returned to the latter, for, though aware of the deception, we like to be deceived. Who

does not cherish some sweet illusion ? who does not find “ the cold reality too real ?”

It was strange and yet pleasing to see modern beauties looking out of the gothic, ivywreathed windows; to hear modern airs waking the echoes of the old roofs; modern servants, in their gay liveries, lounging in the old hall; and modern equipages gliding beneath the avenues of old oaks, and depositing their gay cargoes at the antique entrance. The grounds were very extensive, and there was a park, with majestic trees, which had seen many generations of men flourish and fade, some flinging their branches aloft, as if wooing the sun, some feathering gracefully down to the green velvet of the sod. There were beautiful deer, with large, loving eyes and towering antlers; there were several rare kinds of goats and sheep placed there to embellish Nature and enjoy life; there were pet sheep, and Capricorn, the sturdy old Cashmere buck, whom Mr. Lindsay had brought from abroad, and whose chief delight was to run after him, and do his best to knock him down.

A small but diamond-like river flowed through the estate; there were terraces, and a rookery, and a quaint old parterre, surrounded by box and yew trees of immense size, clipped into the shape of birds and beasts. As in old times, this parterre was formally divided into beds, cut into circles, crescents, triangles, ovals, rhomboids, and parallelograms; and each bed contained only flowers of the same hue and name. In the warm weather, a royal-looking macaw clothed in the brightest crimson, and purple, and gold, rivalled the tints of the flowers; and Screech, if he could not compete with him in plumage, tried to outdo him in noise.

This old parterre was a favourite haunt of Ellen's. There were honeysuckle and jasmine bowers all around it for the summer, and laurel and holly ones for the winterfor even in winter this spot was bright and

warm.

To this lovely place, then, came our party, from the bustle of London, to spend the Easter vacation, which began towards the

middle of April. The season was very forward, the weather very warm ; the spring flowers, dearest because they brave so much, and gently struggle with winter, and ever conquer him, were in all their fragrant and modest glory. Julian and Augusta scarcely regretted London, as they roamed, hand in hand, through the park, as he rowed her on the river, or as they cantered over the beautiful country, now every where bursting into bloom.

Then there were Easter rejoicings. Mr. Lindsay was much beloved by the poor round about him, and sheep and oxen were roasted, and ale broached, and clothing given away, and a grand ball in the barn; and in all this Ellen took an active part, and tried to counteract the influence of her mother, who hated to see things “given away.'

Miss Tibby was pleased to find herself in the country again, although it wasn't like the country in her younger days. “ The Hall was na like the Grange, the trees were na gude Scotch pines, nor the flowers bluebells

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and heather; the sun did na shine sae brightly, nor was the air sae pure and bracing; but, for a' that, it was better than toun; Miss Tibby, who was a great lady with the curate's wife, Mrs. Smiler, used to walk every day through the park, and go and sit an hour or twa' at the Curacy, talking of the late visit to “toun, and of auld times," and never considering that poor Mrs. Smiler, with six children and a husband, and only one servant and one hundred a year, could ill spare to wile away two good morning hours in gossip with Miss Tibby.

Mr. Grunter was now fairly reposing upon his laurels. He kept up a close correspondence with Fitzcribb, and took in every kind of review and magazine, in hopes of more notices of his book; at any rate, it was advertised in all of them. Mr. Grunter made a slight attempt at renewing his lessons to Annie, but Annie having contrived twice to lose herself in the park, in order to avoid a task now more than ever irksome to her, he made a formal complaint to Mr. Lindsay, and gave

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