"Ellen, I give you joy!" exclaimed Emmeline, entering the room where her mother and cousin were sitting one afternoon, and speaking with some of her former cheerfulness.

"There is a carriage coming down the avenue, and though I cannot quite distinguish it, I have second sight sufficient to fancy it is papa's.

Edward declared he would not tell us when he was coming home, and therefore there is nothing at all improbable in the idea, that he will fire a broadside on us, as he calls it, unexpectedly." "I would willingly stand fire, to see him safe anchored off this coast," replied Ellen, smiling.

"Lord N----'s ball will lose half its charms if he be not there." "What! with all your enthusiastic admiration of her Royal Highness, whom you will have the honour of seeing?
For shame, Ellen." "My enthusiastic admiration; rather yours, my dear Emmeline.

Mine is so quiet that it does not deserve the name of enthusiasm," replied Ellen, laughing.