"Yes; unlucky, unfortunate, for the silly people; because they might, if they had their choice, choose to live with the bad, instead of with the good; choose to live with those who would make them unhappy, instead of with those who would make them happy."

"That would be sad thing indeed, mamma -very sad. Perhaps the lady to whom I took a dislike, or what do you call it ?—an antipa thy, may be a very good woman."

"She is a very good woman, Rosamond." "Mamma, I will not be one of the silly people, I will not have an antipathy. What is an antipathy, mamma ?"

"A feeling of dislike, for which we can give no reason."

Rosamond stood still, and silent, considering deeply, and then suddenly bursting out laughing; she laughed for some time without being able to speak. At last she said—

"Mamma, I am laughing at the very silly reason I was going to give you for disliking that lady. Only because she had an ugly crooked pinch in the front of her black bonnet."

"Perhaps that was a sufficient_reason for disliking the black bonnet," said Rosamond's mother, "but not quite sufficient for disliking the person who wore it."

"No, mamma; because she does not always wear it, I suppose. She does not sleep in it, I dare say; and, if I were to see her without it, I might like her."

"Possibly."

"But, mamma, there is another reason why I disliked her, and this, perhaps, is a bad reason;

but still I cannot help disliking her; the thing which makes me dislike her, she cannot take off when she pleases. I cannot see her without it, mamma; this is a thing I must always dislike -I wonder whether you took notice of that shocking thing?"

"When you have told me what the shocking thing is, I shall be able to tell you. What do you mean, Rosamond ?”

“Then, mamma, you did not see it." "It, what?"

"When her glove was off, did you not see the shocking finger, mamma, the stump of a finger, and a great scar all over the back of her hand?—I am glad she did not offer to shake hands with me, I think I could not have touched her hand, I should have held mine back."

"She would not have offered that hand to you; she knows that it is disagreeable.-Did you observe she gave me her other hand."

"That was right. So she knows it is disagreeable. Poor woman! how sorry and ashamed of it she must be."

"She has no reason to be ashamed, it does her honour."

"Does her honour-tell me why, you know all about it-tell me, mamma ?"

"She burned that hand in saving her little grand-daughter from being burnt to death. The child going too near the fire, when she was in a room by herself, set fire to her frock; the muslin was in flames instantly; as she could not put out the flame, she ran screaming to the door; the servants came-some were afraid, and some did not know what to do. Her grandmothe

heard the child scream-ran up stairs-saw her clothes all on fire. She instantly rolled her up `in a rug, which lay before the hearth. The kind grandmother, however, did not escape unhurt, though she did not at the time know, or feel, how much. But when the surgeon had dressed the child's burns, then she showed him her own hand. It was so terribly burnt that it was found necessary to cut off one joint of the finger. The scar which you saw is the mark of the burn."

"Dear, good, courageous woman?" cried Rosamond."Oh, mamma, if I had known all this. Now I do know all this, how differently I feel how unjust-how foolish, to dislike her-and for a pinch in a black bonnet-and for that scar-mamma, I would not draw back my hand if she were to shake hands with me now. Mamma, I wish to go and see her now. Will y I you take me with you to her house in the country?" "I will, my dear."

MISS EDGEWORTH.

THE PARTY OF PLEASURE.

"A party of pleasure! oh, mamma, let us go," said Rosamond. "We shall be so happy,

I am sure."

"What! because it is a party of pleasure, my dear," said her mother, smiling.

"Do you know," continued Rosamond, without listening to what her mother said, "Do you know, mamma, that they are going in the boat, on the river; and there are to be stream

ers flying, and music playing all the time. And Mrs. Blisset, and Miss Blisset, and the master Blissets, will be here in a few minutes. Will you go, mamma; may Godfrey and I go with

you?"

"Yes, my dears."

Scarcely had her mother added the word "yes, than Rosamond uttered a loud exclamation of joy; and ran to tell her brother Godfrey, and returned, repeating as she capered about . the room

"Oh! we shall be so happy! so happy!"

"Moderate your transports, my dear Rosamond," said her mother. "If you expect so much happiness before hand, you may be disappointed."

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Disappointed, mamma!-I thought people were always happy on parties of pleasure. Miss Blisset told me so.

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My dear, you had better judge for yourself, than to trust to what Miss Blissét tells you, without knowing any thing of the matter yourself." "Mamma, if I know nothing of the matter, how can I judge!-Why should I not trust what Miss Blisset says?"

"Wait, and you will know, my dear."

"You said, mamma, do not raise your expec tations. Is it not well to expect to be happy?

-to hope to be happy, makes me happy now. If I thought I should be unhappy, it would make me unhappy now."

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"I do not wish you to think you shall be unhappy; I wish you to have as much pleasure now as you can have, without being made unhappy by disappointment. I wish you to attend

to your own feelings, to find out what makes you happy, and what makes you unhappy. You are going on a party of pleasure, I beg you to observe whether you are happy or not; observe what pleases and entertains you."

Here the conversation was interrupted. A carriage came to the door, and Rosamond exclaimed

"Here they are--Mrs. Blisset, Miss Blisset, and her two brothers. I see their heads in the coach; I will run, and put en my hat.

"I assure you, mamma,' "continued she, as she was tying the string of her hat, "I will remember to tell you whether I have been happy

or not."

Rosamond went with her mother, and Mrs. Blisset, and her children, n this party. The next morning when Rosamond went into her mother's room, her mother reminded her of her promise.

"You promised to tell, my dear, whether you were as happy yesterday as you expected to be."

"I did, mamma. You must know then, that I was not happy at all yesterday; that is to say, I was not nearly so happy as I thought I should have been. I should have liked going in the boat, and seeing the streamers flying, and hearing the music, and looking at the prospect, and walking in the pretty island, and dining out of doors under the large shady trees, if it had not been for other things, which were so disagreeable that they spoiled all our pleasure."

"What were those disagreeable things?" "Mamma, they were little things. Yet they were very disagreeable. Little disputes-little