e but in him."

Eleanor's eyes filled very full; she made no answer.

But one thing is certain; peace settled down upon her heart. It would
be difficult to help that at Plassy. We all know the effect of going
home to the place of our childhood after a time spent in other
atmosphere; and there is a native air of the spirit, in which it feels
the like renovating influence. Eleanor breathed it while they sat at
the table; she felt she had got back into her element. She felt it more
and more when at family prayer the whole household were met together,
and she heard her aunt's sweet and high petitions again. And the
blessing of peace fully settled down upon Eleanor when she was gone up
to her room and had recalled and prayed over her aunt's words. She went
to sleep with that glorious saying running through her thoughts--"Lord,
thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations."

CHAPTER IX.

IN CORRESPONDENCE.

"But there be million hearts accurst, where no sweet sunbursts shine,
And there be million hearts athirst for Love's immortal wine;
This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above,
And if we did our duty, it might be full of love."

Peace had unbroken reign at Plassy from that time. Eleanor threw
herself again eagerly into all her aunt's labours and schemes for the
good and comfort of those around her. There was plenty to do; and she
was Mrs. Caxton's excellent helper. Powis came into requisition anew;
and as before, Eleanor traversed the dales and the hills on her various
errands, swift and busy. That was not the only business going. Her aunt
and she returned to their old literary habits, and read books and
talked; and it was hard if Eleanor in her rides over the hills and over
the meadows and along the streams did not bring back one hand full of
wild flowers. She dressed the house with them, getting help from the
garden when necessary; botanized a good deal; and began to grow as
knowing in plants almost as Mrs. Caxton herself. She would come home
loaded with wild thyme and gorse and black bryony and saxifrage and
orchis flowers, having scoured hill and meadow and robbed the
hedge-rows for them, which also gave her great tribute of wild roses.
Then later came crimson campion and eyebright, dog roses and
honeysuckles, columbine and centaury, grasses of all kinds, and
harebell, and a multitude impossible to name; though the very naming is
pleasant. Eleanor lived very much out of doors, a