I dare not seek for sympathy, or say I love; but why--why am I encouraging these thoughts ?" and she started as if some one could have heard her scarcely-audible soliloquy.

"It is woman's lot to suffer--man's is to _act_, woman's to _bear_; and such must be mine, and in silence, for even the sympathy of my dearest relative I dare not ask.

Oh, wherefore do I feel it shame to love one so good, so superior, so holy?
because, because he does not love me, save with a brother's love; and I know he loves another." The slight frame of the orphan shook beneath that inward struggle; there were times, in her hours of solitude, when such thoughts would come, spite of every effort to expel them, and there was only one way to obtain that self-control she so much needed, so continually exercised, till it became a second nature.

She became aware her feelings had obtained undue ascendency, and, sinking on her knees, remained absorbed in prayer, fervent and heartfelt, truly the outpourings of a contrite and trusting spirit, confident in the power and mercy to which she appealed.

That anguish passed ere she arose, and every sign of agitation had left her countenance and voice as she put her resolution into action, and returned to her cousin.
Emmeline had awoke from her brief and troubled slumbers, more restless and feverish than when she had first sought her couch; and, suffering as she was from that nervous and anxious state peculiar to approaching fever, the poor girl no longer resisted Ellen's evident determination, and clasping her hand between her own, now burning with fever, continually thanked her, in broken and feeble accents, for remaining with her, assuring her she did not feel so ill or as unhappy as she should have done had she been alone.