"Well, well, it is a fine thing to be rich--it is your
money, Miss Lovel, makes you so much favored--our teachers are both
deaf and blind to your foibles!" What wonder, then, poor Ursula began
to distrust herself, and to impugn the kindness of her teachers and
friends, who really loved her for her sweet disposition, and were
proud of her scholarship.

But don't think that she has been hugging such unhappy thoughts to her
bosom ever since, because you have just found her lamenting that she
is an heiress!

You shall hear. As childhood passed, health bloomed on her cheek, and
shed its invigorating influence over the mind, and it was only when
something occurred to arouse the suspicion of early childhood that she
indulged in such feelings. She was intelligent and accomplished. Sang
like a bird, painted to nature, and danced like a fairy. But there was
something more than all this which contributed to her happiness--it
was the power of doing good--a power which she possessed, and, through
the judgment of her aunt, practiced. This excellent woman had taught
her that money was not given her to be all lavished on self--that it
was her duty, and ought to be her delight, to loose her purse-strings
to the cries of the poor, and to scatter its glittering contents
through the homes of the needy. And this did Ursula do--and was
rewarded by the blessing of those she had relieved, and the happy
consciousness of having mitigated the sorrows of her fellow mortals.

But now this particular evening when you have seen little Ursula
drooping under the weight of gold which Fortune it appears has so
thanklessly showered upon her, she has met with an adventure which
brings before her with all its tenacity the impression so early
engendered. And now, as she sits there so sad and sorrowful, she is
sighing to be loved for herself alone, and wishes her lot had been
humble, that she might trust to professions, and not be forever
reminded of that wealth which she fears will always mask the sincerity
of those around her.

Silly little girl! She would even exchange all the elegancies and
luxuries of life to feed on love and roses!

This unlucky evening she had shone as the most brilliant belle in the
crowded assemblage of the fair and fashionable whom Madam Raynor had
gathered into her splendid rooms. Tired at length with the gay scene
around her, she had strolled off alone into the conservatory, and
leaning against a pillar watched from a dista