"What way is the wind?" she inquired of Ruth, who entered softly, to make her fire before she rose.

"Due west, ma'am; not a cloud as big as my hand in the whole sky."

Amy sighed heavily.

"Cheer up, Miss Amy; God is where he was. Mr. Edward will be taken good care of, depend upon it—he's acted so honorably."

These simple words from the kind-hearted Ruth seemed to do Amy good. She rose and dressed herself, and made an effort to appear at the morning meal, and pour out her father's coffee with something of her usual cheerfulness. Even Mr. Weston appreciated this little sacrifice to duty; for, after breakfast, he said to her, with great tenderness, "Edward has a fair wind, my child, and his prospects are very good. I like his spirit."

Little as this may seem, it was a great deal to Amy, and strengthened her in her resolution to seek for consolation, during her separation from Edward, in a more active performance of duty, let that duty be what it might.

While they were at breakfast, Jerry arrived, and inquired for Ruth.

"O dear!" groaned out Jerry, as soon as he saw Ruth.

did

"What's the matter now, Jerry? and where you come from?"

"Why, I have just come in from father's farm; and I feel so ugly about Mr. Selmar's going away."

"And so do I," replied Ruth, "and so does other folks; but what's the use of talking of it? It's fetching tow to put out the fire with."

“Well, this I know," said Jerry; “I have been as faithful to him as I knew how."

Nobody says you have not, Jerry; but selfpraise goes but little ways. Don't you want some breakfast?"

As Ruth said this, she placed a chair at the breakfast table for him. Jerry seated himself, saying, as he did so, "Why, I don't know but I do want some breakfast; for I have nothing in my stomach but my sins."

"No wonder you groan so dreadfully," said Ruth. "But what did you want of me, Jerry?"

"Why, you see, Ruth, I have got an idea in my head."

"Have you, Jerry? Better keep it there, and make the most of it, as a sort of nest-egg."

"Come, Ruth, you are too hard upon me, considering I have had no breakfast yet."

After Jerry had done his best to remedy this

difficulty, he said to Ruth, "I want to know, Ruth, if you think Miss Amy would really like Robinette?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know any thing about it," replied Ruth, very crustily. "I sha'n't meddle nor make with other folks' business again in a hurry, you may depend upon it. He that goes out after wool, comes home shorn; and Ruth flaunted out of the room, as she said this.

Jerry, however, was not to be so easily discouraged. He was too well pleased with having an idea, to part with it till he had made some use of it. When he had finished his repast, he asked leave to see Mr. Weston.

"What is your business with me?" said Mr. Weston, as Jerry entered.

"Why, you see, sir," said Jerry, turning his hat round and round, and picking off every little scrap of dust he could discover on it, "you see, sir, it's about Robinette. My father, in the country, keeps horses; and when he found I had Robinette to sell, he bought him; and I got him to say, that if I was ever able to lay down the cash for him, he'd let me take him at the same price, with a trifle to boot for keeping."

"Well, Jerry, what of that?"

"Why, sir, when I heard that Mr. Selmar

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was going away, I thought that, considering how things are, you would, may-be, like to make a trade with me."

"I

suppose you mean buy him, Jerry."

"Why, yes, sir, that's my idea; and I can tell you that he's as good a horse as ever snapped; and I kind o' guess Miss Amy would set more by him than any other horse."

Mr. Weston's heart was somewhat tender at the moment, and he resolved to purchase the horse for Amy. He agreed to pay Jerry his price, and told him to bring Robinette on the 1st of January, which was at hand, but desired him to say nothing about it. Jerry went out exulting, and snapping his fingers at Ruth with great glee.

"What has happened?" asked Ruth. "Has Mr. Weston taken the horse?"

"You remember," said Jerry, "that this is none of your business. I can keep a secret as well as you, Ruth."

"Your being so tickled does not argue that Miss Amy is going to have Robinette,” replied Ruth. "A little pot is soon hot. I would not give much for your secret."

Jerry ran off. It was his only chance for safety from Ruth's tongue.

CHAPTER VII.

"The heart that feels for others' woes
Shall feel each selfish sorrow less;
His breast who happiness bestows
Reflected happiness shall bless."

ARMINE AND ELVIRA.

THE resolution which Amy had formed on the morning on which Edward sailed, to seek for consolation during his absence in a more active performance of duty, did not pass away with that intense feeling of loss, that sense of utter desolation, which pressed upon her heart at the time she made it, and which, happily for us, cannot be an enduring state of mind.

Fidelity to duty was no new thing to her; but Amy had made progress in her notions of what duty was. To attend faithfully and with a cheerful spirit to her father's household; to be his companion and friend, as far as the great dissimilarity of their characters allowed; to promote the interest and welfare of every individual of the family,—all this was so natural and easy, that it no longer required an effort; neither did