ious season; and then it makes me so happy to
congratulate them after their troubles are all over, and they are
happily married."

"Ah! if they only could be sure of happiness," I replied.

"Shame on you for that old maid's croak!" she said, with a bright
look; "those who are not happy in married life, would never be happy
in any situation. There should be no old maids or old bachelors, Enna;
we would all be happier married; we fail in fulfilling our missions
when we remain single. Hunt up a lover, Enna; let me watch your
courtship, and rejoice over your wedding. As a clever friend of mine
once said, we think poetry as lovers, but in married life we act true
poetry."

I opened my eyes with astonishment, and innocently asked, "Why is it,
then, you have never married?"

A shadow crossed over her face, and I felt a desire to recall the
question, for I feared I had called up disagreeable reminiscences, but
the next instant her countenance was as beaming and calm as before.

"I will tell you, Enna," she said, as she caressingly rested her head
on my shoulder, "why I have never married; but to do that I must
relate the history of my rather uneventful life. My story has but
little interest, but it will gratify the curiosity of one who loves
me. My childhood was spent with an old aunt. She took me when I was a
delicate wee thing, and I remained with her until her death, which
took place when I was nearly grown. She was a dear, good old lady, and
with her my life passed most happily; my short visits home gave me
little pleasure, for my mother was a very worldly, ambitious woman,
and displayed but little tenderness for me, which, when contrasted
with my aunt's fondness and indulgence, made me feel quite as a
stranger in my family; and when Aunt Mary died, I wept as bitterly,
and felt as lonely and bereft of friends, as though I did not possess
a mother, father, and sisters. The two years after my aunt's death
were spent in close attention to those accomplishments which had been
neglected in my education as unnecessary, and which my mother deemed
so essential; and not a day passed without my poor mother's
exclamations of despair over me.

"'One comfort there is, however,' she would say, 'your aunt's little
fortune of a few thousands will be exaggerated in society, and people
will forget your _mauvaise honte_ in giving you credit for being an
heiress.'

"But the report of my being an heiress was not needed, for when I
ent