nd esteem of others
when unsupported by the claims of wealth. Let me see, Hetty, I must
have some employment aside from helping you to milk the cows and feed
the pigs. Ah, I have it!" she cried, springing up and turning a
pirouette--"listen--I will be a _milliner_! you know, aunt thinks I
have a great knack at cap-making--O excellent idea--I will turn
milliner for all the farmer's wives and daughters far and near." And
catching up her embroidered mouchoir she began folding it into a
turban, and then placing it gracefully on her little head, she turned
to the laughing girl: "See there now--is not it exquisite--why my caps
and turbans will turn the heads of all the swains in the village. You
shall have one first, Hetty--you shall set _your_ cap, and heigh-ho
for a husband!"

"But your uncle and aunt, Miss Ursula?"

"O, I shall tell them candidly my project. They will laugh at me, I
know, and try, perhaps, to dissuade me; but, after all, they will let
me do as I please."

_Twelve_! chimed a beautiful Cupid running off with Time, which,
exquisitely wrought in gold and pearl, stood on the dressing-table.

In a few moments Hetty had drawn the rose-colored curtains around the
couch of her young mistress, and left her to dreams as rosy.

PART II.

And now will you follow me to another scene--an apartment more
spacious, and even more elegant, than the one we have just left, save
that it savors more of the "sterner sex." For instance, we may see a
brace of pistols, superbly mounted, crossed over the mantel-piece--a
flute upon the table--a rifle leaning against the wall, and, I
declare, fishing-tackle thrown carelessly down, all among those
delicate knackeries so beautifully arranged on yonder marble
slab--just like the men!

Reclining upon a sofa of crimson satin, wrought with gold thread,
wrapped in an elegant dressing-robe, with his feet thrust into
embroidered slippers, is a young man of very pleasing exterior, whom
we should judge to be about five-and-twenty. The long, slender fingers
of one hand are half buried in the rich mass of dark-brown hair which
waves over his temples, the other, hanging over the back of the sofa,
seems to partake of the disturbance of its master, for it beats and
thrums the silken covering most unmercifully. See how he knits his
fine brow, and now waves his arm menacingly in the air--what can be
the matter!

Ah! you will laugh again when I tell you here is another discontented
heir of w