saying, when they were in prosperity, how kind they were.

One day, when they were running on in this foolish strain, the father said, "Kind, aye, very kind to yourselves; I think I never heard of any of you going to visit a sick neighbour, making any thing for the poor, like Mrs. Meredith; nice active young creature, there she is with her four children, with only a little girl to help her, always cheerful, and contriving to help others." "Dear me," said Miss Tiny, "I have been told that Mr. Stephen is as handy as a maid, knows exactly how long a piece of pork should be roasted, and commonly sees to the boiling of the potatoes. Suppose he does," said the angry father, " nice young people walking hand in hand, helping one another, this is all right; every thing seems to go well with them-their pretty children, so happy and so gay, and their neat cottage so pretty, that all the gentry round come to draw it and put it on paper." "You mean to skitch it, pa," said Miss Tiny. No matter what I mean, I mean one thing, that they are very happy and contented, they get their own living and help their parents; I mean that, miss." Thus did these misguided uncomfortable people

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contrive continually to perplex and worry each other; never did they censure themselves, but most liberally did they condemn one another. The father blamed the children for his own misconduct; the children revolted, and thought themselves misused, and felt themselves unhappy; nothing was right, nothing gave satisfaction; and at length Miss Tiny, going to a neighbouring fair, drinking tea with some slight acquaintance, got acquainted with a corporal of a marching regiment who had a good person, and was in favour with his captain; and Miss Tiny thought he was in the road for a commission himself, and we think it very probable he held out something of the kind as an inducement to this ambitious young lady, for she was often heard talking of army, rank, &c. to which she had fixed no other idea than that it was something high, but she did not know what. However, the poor old folks never heard of it till the son-in-law came on the bridal morning to beg papa and mamma's blessing. He was a dashing looking fellow, and hope visited the bosom of the mother, though the poor father looked upon all the tale of promotion as mere deception, and said they had stuck another nail in his coffin.

Miss Louisa was now left alone with

her dull sister Eleanora Frances, and as Miss Tiny had rather piqued her pride to be the first of the family who settled in life, she began to turn her thoughts seriously to provide for herself; and one day, looking over the newspaper, she saw an advertisement for an active young per son to serve in a haberdasher's shop, and that if they were steady and gave satisfaction, salary would not be an object. As it was somewhere near Walworth, it struck her that the old prig, as she always called Mr. Brownrigg, might be of some use to her; so she went to the Brow to talk about it. Esther, who was glad to oblige any one, undertook to speak to her uncle, and he knew the place well, and offered to write for her, and we are really glad to say that the situation was secured; and though at first she found some difficulties, she had sense enough to try to overcome them, and the last we heard of her was, she made herself useful, and got on pretty well. I really have been too long with these people, but if my young readers learn that such high-blown expectations must vanish, as baseless and irrational, I have not recorded in vain the history of the Jennings' family; the only being that remained to comfort her parents was the dull plodding Eleanora

Frances, who, when she had no longer sisters at home to mislead her, went on steadily, and was really a comfort to her poor father and mother. Yet still, as might be expected, these weak people would sometimes fondly dwell on those days when Louie and Tiny were the admiration of the squire, and when the Jennings's family made no mean figure at church on Sunday; and when Miss Louisa took a walk in the park arm in arm with a neighbouring shopman, she generally amused him with descriptions of her father's fine horses, and how often she had joined the hunt to the admiration of the neighbouring gentry. Poor Tiny's regiment was ordered to the West Indies, and this unhappy young creature closed her eyes there, having caught the fever almost immediately on her landing.

It may not be unpleasing to the reader to learn, that James Brown's affairs went on happily, and one feature in the character of this good lad we take pleasure in recording: the preparations of his own settlement in life never interfered with his duties as a servant; the Rectory garden was cultivated even with more care than usual, and when Mr. Lascelles paid his last wages, he told him that he did not expect to replace him. "You have been

a very faithful excellent servant to me, James;" and he replied, "I am sure you have been the very kindest master to me, Sir." There was no want of young gardeners. Stephen Meredith's brother

Frank was about nineteen, and had been well trained at the Level Bit, and was delighted to see the world, and to come and live near his great relations, as he always called them; and Stephen was happy to shew them any kindness that laid in his power, for he loved his family; and though he said little of it, had been greatly disappointed not to get his dear Ellen a service; and as it was never explained to him, he had feared that Mr. Lascelles had some prejudice against him, and that his request had never been attended to; and was somewhat surprised when he inquired for Frank, and expressed a desire to receive him into his family. And as Michael was now settled, and had openly spoken of the affair to Stephen, these happy brothers understood each other, and every shade of caprice or unkindness was removed from the character of Mr. Lascelles. Frank was very different from Stephen, more enterprising, and though not unsteady, not so easily governed, something like Jem Brown, but he had never suffered as Jem had; therefore, when he came under the