d as follows--"Considerable
sensation has been excited here by the sudden death of the beautiful
Lady ----."

Rose screamed, and the paper trembled in Edward's hand. "This is too
horrid," he said.

"Do let me hear it all!" exclaimed his wife.

It was many minutes before Edward Lynne could tell her, that there
was more than an insinuation, that, wearied of existence, she, the
brilliant, the beautiful, the _fortunate_ Lady ----, wearied of life,
had abridged it herself.

Before they separated that evening, the Holy Word was read with more
than usual feeling and solemnity by Mr. Stokes, and yet he could not
read as much as usual. "All flesh is grass," brought tears into his
eyes. His prayer that all might long enjoy the perpetual feast of a
contented mind, was echoed by every heart; and the gratitude all felt
for God's goodness to them was mingled with regret for Helen; all
intermediate time was forgotten, and the elders of that little party
only remembered the bright and beautiful girl, the pride of Abbeyweld.

"God bless my beloved pupil!" said the venerable clergyman, as he
departed; "without a holy grace all is indeed vanity. May Rosa learn,
as early as her mother did, that

'ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.'"

* * * * *

THERE IS NO HURRY.

CHAPTER I.

I do not tell you whether the village of Repton, where the two
brothers, John and Charles Adams, originally resided, is near or far
from London: it is a pretty village to this day; and when John Adams,
some five-and-thirty years ago, stood on the top of Repton Hill and
looked down upon the houses--the little church, whose simple gate was
flanked by two noble yew trees, beneath whose branches he had often
sat--the murmuring river in which he had often fished--the cherry
orchards, where the ripe fruit hung like balls of coral; when he
looked down upon all these dear domestic sights--for so every native
of Repton considered them--John Adams might have been supposed to
question if he had acted wisely in selling to his brother Charles the
share of the well-cultivated farm, which had been equally divided at
their father's death. It extended to the left of the spot on which he
was standing, almost within a ring fence; the meadows, fresh shorn
of their produce, and fragrant with the perfume of new hay--the crops
full of promise, and the lazy cattle laving themselves in the standing
pond of the abundant farmyard; in a padd