ee the thoughts of her mind and the
feelings of her heart?

It will be gathered from this, that the maiden was considerably in
advance of the uncivilised age in which she lived, for the ancient
inhabitants of Albion were not addicted to the study of theology, either
natural or speculative.

"If I but knew of such an All-seeing One," she murmured, "I would ask
Him to help me."

Raising her eyes as she spoke, she observed the goods piled round the
walls, and the light of the lamp--which had been left with her--
glittered on the trinkets opposite. This was too much for her. It must
be remembered that, besides living in a barbarous age, she was an
untutored maiden, and possessed of a large share of that love for
"pretty things," which is--rightly or wrongly--believed to be a peculiar
characteristic of the fair sex. Theology, speculative and otherwise,
vanished, she leaped up and, forgetting her host's warning, began to
inspect the goods.

At first conscience--for she had an active little one--remonstrated.

"But," she replied, silently, with a very natural tendency to
self-justification, "although Beniah told me not to touch things, I did
not _promise_ not to do so?"

"True, but your silence was equivalent to a promise," said something
within her.

"No, it wasn't," she replied aloud.

"Yes, it was," retorted the something within her in a tone of
exasperating contradiction.

This was much too subtle a discussion to be continued. She brushed it
aside with a laugh, and proceeded to turn over the things with eager
admiration on her expressive face. Catching up a bright
blue-and-scarlet shawl, large enough to cover her person, she threw it
over her and made great, and not quite successful, efforts to see her
own back. Suddenly she became motionless, and fixed her lustrous brown
eyes on the roof with almost petrified attention.

A thought had struck her! And she resolved to strike it back in the
sense of pursuing it to a conclusion.

"The very thing," she said, recovering from petrification, "and I'll
_do_ it!"

The preliminary step to doing it seemed to be a general turn over of the
Hebrew's shawls, all of which, though many were beautiful, she rejected
one after another until she found an old and considerably worn grey one.
This she shook out and examined with approving nods, as if it were the
finest fabric that ever had issued from the looms of Cashmere. Tying
her luxuriant hair into a tight knot behin