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The House of Halliwell. 107 than her own, for she had shown much aptitude for all polite accom- plishments, and Hester knew that not very patiently would Lucy sit down to teach the rudiments of English to a child. ‘The salary received from Lady Seaford was a consideration to them, for her brother, what with his illness and the pitiful stipend of his first year, had been obliged to encroach considerably on their means. Mary's education was also now expensive. They had tried the plan of Lucy teaching her, but it did not answer; both were impatient : a sister can rarely exert the necessary authority over a sister. Added to these reflections, Hester felt that the occupation would really serve to divert her mind. So she resumed her visits to the castle. Mr. Archer’s name was mever mentioned there by anyone. Mademoiselle Berri seemed to have exhausted her stock of information that first afternoon, and did not again recur to the subject ; Hester steadily went through her duties at home and abroad, and thus got over the days as she best could: but at night she would turn about upon her sleepless bed and moan, ‘‘Oh! that he would come! that he would come back to be forgiven !” And the days, and the weeks, and the years went on, and they mever heard of him, and he never came. (Zo be continued.) — SS SONNET. The whole day long the bright stars shine and burn, And yet I see them not.—Thus, oh, my God, Thou shinest on my soul, and I, dull clod Of earth, from Thine undying light still turn. All night fresh dews from Heaven fill mine urn: Pure dews of peace and prayer and faith, which I Forget until the sun has drunk them dry. For one pure drop in vain my soul doth yearn, Athirst and faint with sin and arid doubt. And all my life, from birth until the grave, Within my heart a secret world I have, And as I am, so is it foul or fair. Alas! why do I look so little there ? Alas! why do I look so much without ? JULIA KAVANAGH. GomilGcyaooks ) am