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and one or two more for the back of the chimney, are usually the only parts of a log-house not made of wood; the parts adjacent to the fire and the chimney itself being all of oak, the latter slightly covered within with clay. When this chimney takes fire, as it is very apt to do in spots where the clay has crumbled off, the loft where the children usually sleep may be all in flames before the inmates of the lower room are aware.

In this case nothing was ever known but that Mr. Ellingham, returning home late in the evening, after a short absence, found his two little daughters crying in the wood, and learned from them that the light which he saw at some distance proceeded not as he supposed from a brush-heap, but from his own dwelling. When he reached the spot a blazing ruin was all that remained. The poor babes said, mother had brought them out, and then went back, and did not come any more.

It is not surprising that Mrs. Thurston, learning that Mr. Ellingham was provided with another dwelling, still desired to proceed at once. To see the dear motherless infants would be at least a melancholy satisfaction. And Seymour, learning this from Mrs. Hay, offered to be their guide through the woods, an offer which was thankfully accepted, as the road was newly cut and abounding in stumps and fallen trees.

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Art thou not changed? Do the same feelings now
Come fresh and joyous that were once thine own?
When clustering locks lay on thy childish brow,
And life was new, and almost all unknown?


BEFORE Caroline Hay had been three days at home, she had become painfully sensible that her father's forebodings as to the effect of a city residence had not been unfounded. All was changed to her eye, if not to her heart. Much as she loved the

dear inmates of the plentiful farm-house,-and she loved them as dearly as ever, an air of coarseness, which she had never before observed, met her at every turn. Her mother's dress and occupations, the homely phraseology of her sisters, the furniture, the style of living, though certainly unchanged, or at least not changed for the worse, struck her unpleasantly, and chilled her feelings even against the pleadings of her heart and of her better judgment. She saw and acknowledged that all was good and true, generous and contented and happy, that her father's house was a well-spring of bounty to all who were in need, and that to him, and to his excellent partner and help in all ood things, the whole neighborhood looked with undoubting trust

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for sympathy and kindness. She compared the simplicity and ease of her rustic home with the feverish excitement of the scene she had left, and though her reason and her good sense told her which to approve, she found that habit had become tyrannical, and likely to maintain a struggle in her mind which would cost her many bitter tears.

The acquaintance which she had accidentally formed in the city beyond her aunt's sober circle, had been rather showy than solid people, who were however possessed of sufficient refinement to add a degree of fascination to their gay tastes and habits; so that the eyes and ears of the inexperienced country girl were at once dazzled and delighted, and she learned to look upon elegance as almost synonymous with dashing, and to find every thing insipid or vulgar which was characterized by plainness and sobriety. No wonder she contemplated with mortified pride the unadorned aspect of things at home! We are all, it is true enough, marvellously forgetful of the outward life after we have lived long enough at the West to become indoctrinated with the current opinions; - but to return.

Unpleasant feelings were not wanting on the other side. So prone is youth to extremes, that it is not surprising that Caroline should have used her liberty and her father's liberal allowance in providing herself with dress which was rather gaudy than elegant. Her aunt had felt her inability to be a counsellor on a subject where her own views were

averse to even the smallest indulgence of taste or fancy, and the dress-maker had been but too happy to display all her art on so elegant a form — those ! artists generally considering their employers rather in the light of sign-posts than of rational beings. So our poor Caroline was very fine. There were such loads of curls that the fair head reminded one of a flourishing bed of Scotch kail, or of the decorations of some lucky child, who, having the petites entrées of a carpenter's shop, makes use of the opportunity to cover her eyes and ears with elegant pine shavings. Her fingers were heaped with incongruous rings, and worse than all were the long ear-pendants, which vibrated with every word, and seemed determined to repose their weary length on the snow-white shoulders below.

A costume, which would appear a little ultra even in the city, wears an air of absolute ridicule in the country; and while Caroline was feeling the plainness of her mother and sisters as a mortification to her pride, they, on their part, were absolutely ashamed of her finery. They could not think her ornaments improved her beauty, and, as a further and incontestable proof of their rustic breeding, they told her so; which made her cry, and then they were sorry, and on the whole there was a degree of constraint in their intercourse which cast a shadow on the delight of having Caroline at home once more.

These things being so, we must acknowledge

that it afforded rather a relief when word came that Mrs. Thurston, overcome by distress and fatigue, added to some exposure in her night-ride, was quite ill at Mr. Ellingham's, and much in need of some friendly aid from Caroline or her mother. Seymour Bullitt brought the message, and Caroline, when she saw him by daylight, was more struck than before with the marvellous improvement in his appearance, and particularly with the quiet selfpossession of his manner. Indeed she could not but own to herself that she had known a person, far his inferior in most respects, pass in the city as "a splendid fellow" but then, old recollections, and such a countrified name!

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Mrs. Hay went to Mrs. Thurston, who grew worse daily; and after a few days' effort, ague accomplished its usual work by prostrating the nurse; and Caroline took her mother's place by the bedside of the sufferer.

This was a new scene for her, and one which soon proved of an absorbing interest. Mrs. Thurston's symptoms became more and more alarming, while she herself won more and more upon the affections of her young attendant. She was of a saintly piety, and so lovely in disposition and manner that it was impossible for a young and ingenuous mind to know her without loving her. No extremity of suffering ever overtasked her patience, no disappointment or omission of duty in others ever ruffled her serene countenance. Hers was that perfect

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