ll for ever.

"I wish to rise," she proceeded, "and to join the morning prayer; until
then I shall only dress in my wrapper: after that I shall dress as
becomes me. I know I have nothing to hope either in this world or the
next, consequently pride in me is not a sin: the measure of my misery
has been filled up; and the only interval, of happiness left me, is that
between this and death. Dress me, Agnes."

The pause arising from the revulsion of feeling, occasioned by the
discovery of her settled insanity, was indeed an exemplification of that
grief which lies too deep for tears. Sone of them could weep, but
they looked upon her and each other, with a silent agony, which far
transcended the power of clamorous sorrow.

"Children," said her father, whose fortitude, considering the nature of
this his great affliction, was worthy of better days; "let us neither
look upon our beloved one, nor upon each other. There," said he,
pointing upwards, "let us look there. You all know how I loved--how I
love her. You all know how she loved me; but I cast--or I strive to
cast the burthen, of my affliction upon Him who has borne all for our
salvation, and you see I am tearless. Dress the dear child, Agnes, and
as she desires it, let her join us at prayer, and may the Lord who has
afflicted us, hearken to our supplications!"

Tenderly and with trembling hands did Agnes dress the beloved girl,
and when the fair creature, supported by her two sisters, entered the
parlor, never was a more divine picture of beauty seen to shine out of
that cloud, with which the mysterious hand of of God had enveloped her.

At prayer she knelt as meekly, and with as much apparent devotion as she
had ever done in the days of her most rational and earnest piety. But it
was woful to see the blighted girl go through all the forms of worship,
when it was known that the very habit which actuated her resulted from
those virtues, which even insanity could not altogether repress.

When they had arisen from their, knees, she again addressed Agnes in
a tone of cheerful sweetness, such as she had exhibited in her happier
days.

"Agnes, now for our task; and indeed you must perform it with care.
Remember that you are about to dress the most beautiful girl in Europe.
What a fair cast-away am I, Agnes?"

"I hope not a cast-away, Jane; but I shall dress you with care and
tenderness, notwithstanding."

"Every day I must dress in my best, because when Charles returns