Kenelm Chillingly, Book 3.

lm Chillingly to the sweet troubles of love and the pleasant bickerings of wedded l

g their dolls to bed; and thus had early acquired that sense of responsibility, accompanied with the habits of self-reliance, which seldom fails to give a

the exercise of power could not make her manlike. There was in the depth of her nature such an

She did not paint figures out of drawing in meagre water-colours; she had not devoted years of her life to the inflicting on polite audiences the boredom of Italian bravuras, which they could hear better sung by a third-rate

against professional governesses, and it chanced that among his own family connections was a certain Mrs. Campion, a lady of some literary distinction, whose husband had held a high situ

her to stay and undertake the education of his daughter. Mrs. Campion, after some hesitation, gratefully consented; and thus Cecilia, from the age of eight to her present age of nineteen, had the inestimable advantage of living in constant companionship with a woman of richly cultivated mind, accustomed to hear the best criticisms on the best books, and adding to no small accomplishment in literature the refinement of manners and that sort of prudent judgment which result from habitual intercourse with an int

n them a new dignity, and add to their enjoyment by bringing forth their duties; who, not less if the husband she chose were poor and struggling, would e

eals which float before the eyes of most girls when they enter their teens. But of two things she felt inly convince

st come into her room from inspecting the preparations for the evening ent

ack the ruffled bands of her hair,-hair of a dark, soft chestnut, silky and luxuriant,-never polluted, and never, so long as she lives, to b

th a dimple on either side, and parted now in a half-smile at some pleasant recollection, giving a glimpse of small teeth glistening as pearls. But the peculiar charm of her face is in an expression of serene happiness, that sor