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be correct; when suddenly, she was wont to be convinced, and

gradually yielded herself entirely to the superior reasoning of er opponent. This little management on her part, did not fail in stimulating the love and admiration of the young clergyman. He looked upon her as a gifted being, and adorned with modest gracefulness, that to his mind threw additional lustre and a new charm, to the thousand that ever appeared to encircle her. Nor was Clementine unconscious of the great degree of interest she excited in his heart, but in society she did not relinquish the conversation and attentions of every other person for his, she did not treat him with fickleness, yet received the smiles and homage of others as her custom and right.

The abode of Sydney Ravensworth was very tastefully arranged. The drawing-room and dining-room had doors opening on a sloping lawn, that was decorated with fanciful baskets, containing fine mould and some of the fairest and choicest flowers, geraniums and exquisite roses; the myrtle-tree was also a flourishing inmate of the garden. The house was surrounded by a verandah supported by pillars, entwined with a variety of elegant climbing plants. There was a beautiful view from the windows that looked in the direction of the partition in the hills, and the windings of the river made much diversity of scene. The most delightful object visible to the eye of Ravensworth, was a glimpse of Beville Court as it stood in the distance, with its turrets and ancient walls: he had loved the view so well that he had taken an accurate and nicely finished sketch that hung up in his study, whose windows had not the same privilege of looking out upon that dear domain. Ravensworth was no sycophant—no tuft hunter—he sought not the society of BevilleCourt, because he met there the aristocrats of the land; he owned himself a noble lineage, and had the feelings and leaning of a man that rose not in an air-bubble, and required the reflection of some bright luminary to render his flimsiness a moment of glittering and attraction. He preferred spending more quiet hours there, when Clementine and Ethel could join him in pleasant summer evening wanderings, and Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery would talk to him with parental freedom and unreserve. Those were happy moments; and the bliss ceased not altogether when he returned home. He had then the joy of looking back—of recalling each winning smile, and silvery tone to make it sound again in kind, or playful expressions. And did he not o on and indulge in golden dreams, and bring in imagination is own wishes and hopes into a realization. He did yield to

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this often delusive pleasure,—he did paint for himself a picture of glowing coloring, where he and Clementine stood in the foreground, with the bright regions of Elysium beyond.

Though the heart of Ravensworth was not proof against this earthly passion, which certainly occupied many of his thoughts, let it not be supposed it was the primary object of his aim and existence. He made it subservient to his high calling—the recreation of his leisure hours. He left no sick or aged unvisited for his richer friends; no seeds of religion planted that he neglected to cultivate and nourish. Not only in spiritual matters did he attend to his humbler parishioners, but in their secular affairs he strove to assist them and to give them good counsel and encouragement. He soothed them in their sorrows; and when the hand of Providence removed from a family one dear and valued member, the poignancy of grief was softened by the pious consolation he offered: his soothing words of sweet assurance fell, like the balm of Gilead, on the wounds bereavement had inflicted. Should a dissension exist between two or more parties, it was his earnest endeavour to point out in a delicate and feeling way, the wrongfulness of altercation, or nurtured animosity. He expatiated on the blessedness of a forgiving and charitable disposition; that it was expected of man to bear and forbear with his neighbour and fellow-mortals; that God could not regard with favor and benignity those who cherished resentment in their bosoms; that the prayers of such could not rise like incense up to heaven, when the mind was darkened by anger, and the heart was heavy with unholy passions; they must remain unheeded and ungranted. Moreover, he told them that in their worldly employments and expectations they would not find that facility and success the good may more confidently look for. As God has promised his blessing upon the righteous, and his favor to the merciful and just, so did he bring forward to them excellent advice, and preached unto them precept upon precept, rendering force to his doctrine by the additional weight of an example. His voice was never lifted in unwarranted comment, in unneedful censure, in idle communication from house to house. He ever set foremost the best points of people, and made excuses for those apparent inconsistencies he heard others blame.

Having stated his unveiled character, and his merits as a christian and a clergymen, we must now see him amongst his equals, and where his feelings as a mortal exhibited themselves without any diminution of the purity and ingenuousness that adorned him in his pulpit, his demeanour to his cottagers, and within the precincts of his own house and study.

(To be continued.)


QUEEN of fragrance, lovely rose.
The beauties of thy leaves disclose!
The winter's past, the tempests fly,
Soft gales breathe gently through the sky;
The lark sweet warbling on the wing
Salutes the gay return of spring:
The silver dews the vernal show'rs,
Call forth a bloomy waste of flow'rs;
The joyous fields, the shady woods.
Are cloth'd with green, or swell with buds;
Then haste thy beauties to disclose,
Queen of fragrance, lovely rose!

Thou, beauteous flow'r, a welcome guest,
Shalt flourish on the fair-one's breast,
Shalt grace her hand, or deck her hair,
The flow'r most sweet, the nymph most fair;
Breathe soft ye winds! be calm ye skies!
Arise, ye flow'ry race arise!
And haste thy beauties to disclose,
Queen of fragrance, lovely rose!

But thou, fair nymph, thyself survey
In this sweet offspring of a day;
That miracle of face must fail,
Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail:
Swift as the short liv'd flow'r they fly.
At mor n they bloom at evening die:
Tho' sickness yet a while forbears,
Yet time destroys what sickness spares;
Now Helen lives alone in fame,
And Cleopatra's but a name;
Time must indent that heav'nly brow,
And thou must be, what ' they are ' now.

This moral to the fair disclose,
Queen of fragrance, lovely rose.


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