that will remain the same, whatever change of
condition or circumstances may await you."[2]

[2] Miss Hannah More, at the age of seventy-five, said to
Professor Griscom, 'the love of the country, and of
flowers, is the only natural pleasure that remains to me
unimpaired.'

Another year passed to this virtuous family, full of useful and innocent
occupations, and in the month of the already noted June, they left their
home. The parents with rational expectations of pleasure, from visiting
some of the most interesting scenes in our country, and the children
with the anticipation of unbounded delight, so characteristic of
childhood.

Their travelling party included Mr. Ralph Morris, a bachelor brother
of Mrs. Sackville. Mr. Morris was a man of intelligence and extreme
kindness of disposition, a little irritable, and when the sky was
clouded, and the wind blew from the wrong quarter, somewhat whimsical.

As we hope that our young readers will conceive a friendship for Edward
and Julia, before they part with them, they may have a natural curiosity
to know whether they were brown or fair, and all the etceteras of
personal appearance. Edward was tall for his age, (twelve) and stout
built, with the rich ruddy complexion and vigorous muscle of an English
boy. His eyes were large and dark, and beaming with the bright and
laughing spirit within: his hair was a mass of fair clustering curls,
which he, from a boyish dread of effeminacy, had in vain tried to subdue
by the discipline of comb and brush. His teeth were fine and white, and
with as little prompting from his mother as could be expected, he kept
them with remarkable neatness. His mouth was distinguished by nothing
but an expression of frankness and good temper. His nose, (a feature
seldom moulded by the graces) his nose, we are sorry to confess, was
rather thick and quite unclassical. His character and manners preserved
all the frankness and purity of childhood, with a little of that
chivalrous spirit which is such a grace to dawning manhood. For the
rest, we will leave him to speak for himself.

The sister's person was extremely delicate and symmetrical, with too
little of the Hebe beauty for childhood, but full of grace and
_gentillesse_.

Her complexion was not as rich as her brother's; but it had an
ever-varying hue, which indicated the sensibility that sometimes
suddenly swelled the veins of her clear open brow, lit up her hazel eyes
with ele