We may not see the fire-flame burn as brightly when the sun shines upon it, but the flame is burning still." "Gabriella does not speak," said Edith, with an incredulous wave of her golden locks.

"Tell me, Gabriella, are his words true ?" "I am not a very good metaphysician," I answered, "but I should think the heart very narrow, that could accommodate only those whom Nature placed in it.

It seems to me but a refined species of selfishness." The color crimsoned on Edith's fair cheek.

I had forgotten what she had said to me of her own exclusive affection.

I sympathized so entirely in his sentiments, expressed with such beautiful enthusiasm, I forgot every thing else.