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A LITTLE MORNING CITAT.

"Heck souls there are, who little dream
Their daily strife an angel's theme;
Or that the rod they take so calm,
Shall prove in Heaver, a martyr's palm."

"There now, you have spoilt it all, Erne," said Helen Burnet to her cousin, "you have no patience with my aunt, and instead of managing her temper, you only irritate it; now 1 am afraid we shall wait long enough before we attain this object of our wishes. When my aunt goes out of the room in the manner she has just done, it takes a long time to bring her round."

"Oh, Helen, I am very sorry, but I never shall learn the difficult lesson of living with Aunt Herbert, I am sure; and how you have disciplined your heart to do it I cannot think. People talk of the labours of Hercules, and think him such a wonder; for my part, I look upon his exploits as mere child's play compared with yours. I had much rather make a few great efforts and have done with it, than have this perpetual fret, fret, fret."

"I dare say you would, Effie; but as one is put before you as a matter of duty, and the other is not, I don't see that you have anychoice upon the subject. As the burden must be endured, the wisest thing is so to arrange it that its weight may be least felt."

"Six months, Helen! my father will be in Germany six months; what an ordeal it will be. Why did he not take me with him?"

"I cannot tell; perhaps he thought you too wild and visionary for that dreamy land, perhaps he thought my humdrum society would be more beneficial to you, and sober the wild flights of your imagination. "Whatever the reason may be, I am heartily glad to have you."

"I think it is very strange, Helen, and often does it seem to me scarcely right, that the advantages of this world shduld be so unequally divided. Now, here is my aunt, possessed of rank, wealth, influence, the means of diffusing an immensity of happiness, and her very presence lies like an incubus upon poor humanity, bids happiness depart, and freezes up the very springs of it; whereas you, in her place, would cast a sunlight on the whole neighbourhood, all would be gladdened and benefited, you would be the centre of*a system of ever-increasing enjoyment, instead of being, as you now are, a poor dependent on her grudging bounty."

"Well, Effie, what a grand speech you have made. But, indeed, I could not bear to hear you if I thought your heart went along with your words. You do not mean what you say."

"But I do mean it, though, Helen. I do not think it would be safe to trust me with riches, I am too young and too foolish; but you would make such a good use of them, you ought to have them."

"And so, Effie, you would take the reins of government out of God's hands. Don't you think Ho could alter the distribution of wealth if He pleased, and of every other earthly blessing besides?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Then if He docs not do so, may we not be sure it is safer and better as it is? Oh, Effie, our happiness does not depend on 'the abundance of the things which we possess.'"

"No, Helen, perhaps not," and she looked gravely at her cousin as she spoke, "but it does depend to a great extent on external things; and now I will be quite serious if you will listen to mo. Imagine, if you will, that my heart and temper were entirely under control, that I was really trying, as you are, to fulfil my appointed duties with a willing mind, still, if I am to be placed in daily collision with an unkind and suspicious temper, that approves of nothing I do, and comes like a cold shadow over all my enjoyments, tell me, how is it possible for me to feel anything approaching to happiness."

"Dear cousin, I don't think it is possible to enjoy the happiness you speak of under such circumstances. But there is another kind, independent of all outward things, and perhaps nothing but experience makes us acquainted with this. It is not often that our lot in life coincides with our individual wishes; few aro thus favoured for any length of time, and I am not sure after all that it is to be desired. But I have learnt one thing from what you call my hard lot, and that is, that the less we pursue our own happiness as such, the more surely do we find it. I think it is old Mr. Adams, of Wintringham, who says, 'I never found happiness till I discovered that it was not to bo

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