Two loving hearts may sever,
For sorrow fails them never.
Who knows not love in sorrow's night,
He knows not love in light.

Philip was by no means pleased. However, it was in anything but a
sentimental manner that Guy, looking over him, said, 'For sever, read,
be separated, but "a" wouldn't rhyme.'

'I translated it into prose, and Guy made it verse,' said Laura; 'I hope
you approve of our performance.'

'It is that thing of Helmine von Chezy, "Beharre", is it not?' said
Philip, particularly civil, because he was so much annoyed. 'You have
rendered the spirit very well', but you have sacrificed a good deal to
your double rhymes.'

'Yes; those last lines are not troubled with any equality of feet,' said
Guy; 'but the repetition is half the beauty. It put me in mind of those
lines of Burns--

"Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met and never parted,
We had ne'er been broken hearted;"

but there is a trust in these that is more touching than that despair.'

'Yes; the despair is ready, to wish the love had never been,' said
Laura. 'It does not see the star of trust. Why did you use that word
"trust" only once, Guy?'

'I did not want to lose the three--faith, hope, love,--faith keeping the
other two alive.'

'My doubt was whether it was right to have that analogy.'

'Surely,' said Guy, eagerly, 'that analogy must be the best part of
earthly love.'

Here Charlotte came to see if Guy and Laura meant to sing all the
afternoon; and they went out. They found the others in the arbour,
and Charlotte's histories of its construction, gave Philip little
satisfaction. They next proceeded to talk over the ball.

'Ah!' said Philip, 'balls are the fashion just now. What do you say,
Amy, [he was more inclined to patronize her than any one else] to the
gaieties we are going to provide for you?'

'You! Are you going to have your new colours? Oh! you are not going to
give us a ball?'

'Well! that is fun!' cried Guy. 'What glory Maurice de Courcy must be
in!'

'He is gone to Allonby,' said Philip, 'to announce it; saying, he must
persuade his father to put off their going to Brighton. Do you think he
will succeed?'

'Hardly,' said Laura; 'poor Lady Kilcoran was so knocked up by their
ball, that she is the more in want of sea air. Oh, mamma, Eva must come
and stay here.'

'That she must,' said Mrs. Edmo