rks will be sent
to any person, to any part of the United States, _free of postage_, on
their remitting the price of the ones they may wish, to the publisher,
in a letter.

Published and for Sale by T. B. PETERSON,
=No. 102 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.=

[Illustration: I REMEMBER A TALE, SHE RESUMED]

HELEN AND ARTHUR;

OR,

Miss Thusa's Spinning Wheel.

BY MRS. CAROLINE LEE HENTZ.
AUTHOR OF "LINDA," "RENA," "LOVE AFTER MARRIAGE," "ROBERT
GRAHAM," "EOLINE," "COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE," ETC.

"----A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records--promises as sweet--
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles."--_Wordsworth._

"I know not, I ask not,
If guilt's in thy heart--
I but know that I love thee,
Whatever thou art."--_Moore._

Philadelphia:
T. B. PETERSON, NO. 102 CHESTNUT STREET.

Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1853, by
DEACON & PETERSON,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States,
in and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.

Printed by T. K & P. G Collins.

MISS THUSA'S SPINNING-WHEEL.

CHAPTER I.

"First Fear his hand its skill to try,
Amid the chords bewildered laid--
And back recoiled, he knew not why,
E'en at the sound himself had made."--_Collins._

Little Helen sat in her long flannel night-dress, by the side of Miss
Thusa, watching the rapid turning of her wheel, and the formation of the
flaxen thread, as it glided out, a more and more attenuated filament,
betwixt the dexterous fingers of the spinner.

It was a blustering, windy night, and the window-panes rattled every now
and then, as if the glass were about to shiver in twain, while the stars
sparkled and winked coldly without, and the fire glowed warmly, and
crackled within.

Helen was seated on a low stool, so near the wheel, that several times
her short, curly hair mingled with the flax of the distaff, and came
within a hair's breadth of being twisted into thread.

"Get a little farther off, child, or I'll spin you into a spider's web,
as sure as you're alive," said Miss Thusa, dippin