As soon as we are at Oakwood, Ellen, you shall write to Mr.Myrvin, and invite him to spend some little time with us; and when he leaves us, I trust it will be once more for Llangwillan and its own pretty vicarage." "Dear, dear uncle!" exclaimed Ellen, starting up and clinging to his arm, "oh, how can I thank you for your interference in behalf of him who was the first friend I knew in England?
the consoler of my mother--the"-- "The good man who first told us what a troublesome charge I should find in my niece," interrupted Mrs.Hamilton, playfully.
"I have indeed been a trouble to you," replied Ellen, with a suppressed yet heavy sigh, and her uncle's hand dropped from her grasp.
"Ellen!" said Mr.and Mrs.Hamilton at the same instant, in an accent of reproach.
"Have I not ?" she continued, with unusual impetuosity.

"Did I not cause you misery, you, who from the first moment you knew me, loved mo more than I deserved?
Did I not make both of you ill in health and wretched in mind, and yet your kindness now is greater than before?
There is not a wish--not a desire I express, but is granted on the instant; and I--oh, I have no power to--to"-- "You will, at least, have the power of making me seriously displeased if you speak in this way again, and thus turn my sportive words to gloom," said Mrs.Hamilton, gravely, but gently drawing the agitated girl with tenderness to her.

"Come, come, Ellen, I will not have Emmeline's happy Oakwood hour thus alloyed.

You may reward me yet for all, and one day, perhaps, make me your debtor.

That may appear very impossible now," she added, smiling, as Ellen raised her large eyes incredulously to her face; "but more improbable things have come to pass." "And where is Arthur to be while his father is with us ?" demanded Emmeline, joyously, of her father.