Blandford's,
impatient
to make ?
Childrens - Roses and Emily
" said .
she; " shall.
we
put this map of the British'islands . toge-
ther, or this of the kings and queens 4
or colour these flowers which Isabel has
drawn for us, or look over the books?
you shall first read to me,. and then J
will read to you. " ** I don't like read-
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ing," said Emily, " you know I don't. "
"But I forgot it," replied the sweet
tempered little girl, holding out her
hand, " I quite forgot it. Then we will
begin with a map; you shall put it toge-
ther, and then we will repeat the names
of the countries and capitals, and what
they are remarkable for; we will take
England, dear old England, our own
country, which we must all love. That
is the top of the map, the? north you
know; the bottom is the south 5 the right
hand the east $ and the left hand the west.
The cardinal. points are now all placed
seady to receive the dear little island and
all its counties; but! beg pardon Emily,
you are to do it," cried the little chat-
terer. "And what am, L to do? " said
Emily, in. a tone. of disdain. *fi You . are
to put the different counties in . their
proper places y the. first I take up is
Yorkshire, capital York. y this is. the lar-
gest county in England, and goes here,"
cried she, putting it with great accuracy
inthe open. spaed; now. you take one. ? '
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"This is a stupid game," said Emily, .
pouting, "I don't like it. " "Shall we
have the historical then? that is very
pretty, and will tell us who were the
first kings and queens of Great Britain. "
"And pray where is. Great Britain? " said
Emily with scorn. "Great Britain! '
? exclaimed Rose, "why it is the land we
live in; the very spot we<<now stand upon,
is in Great Britain. It was first called:
Albion, then Britain, and afterwards Eng-
land. The first inhabitants," continued.
the little magpie, too i eager to speak,
and too vain of exhibiting all that had
been taught her, "are supposed to have
been a tribe of Gauls from. the opposite
coast. " "I know as weH as you. do,"
cried Emily, interrupting her, ami frown-
ing with mortification and displeasure
At<. Jlose's ostentatious display of her
knqwledge, "I know as well as you do
who were the first people in < Albion, or
Britain, or England, as you call it? '
"Well," said Rose, "then do you tell
me, Emily; I amsuresIshalUike as well
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to hear you say it as to say it myself;
who were they? " "Adam and, . Eve to
be sure," replied Emily. "Why they
were the first people in the world". said
Rose, laughing heartily, "but I believe
they never were in England; how funny
you are Emily! I never heard any thing
50 droll; I shall die with laughing. "
"I don't care if you do," cried she, ri-
sing in a passion; " I am sure I did not
say any thing more ridiculous than you,
WHO: have been running on for this half
hour with your north and south and car-
dinal points, things that nobody ever
heard of. " Rose, whose merry vein. wain
touched, still continued laughing. . ^^\
Mrs. Sydney* just then entering; the
room,. instantly perceived the reddened
cheek of Emilys and the; dimpled one;#f
Rose, and enquired the cause. ? . I only
saddi" replied EmilyV. " thjat Adam and
$va. were. the first people itt England,
und . jMiss j&ok chases. to laugh. . IX. me\;
ibttti I still be revenged," cried she, t an(l
snatching-. up]J^n, hat. and tippat,. ? w? s
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rushing out of the:house. "Stop, my
dear girl,'9 said Mrs. Sydney mildly, I
perceive Rose has beeh very rucky 'and
I am sure she will be. sorry for it; it is
unkind to treat the little mistakes of our
friends with ridicule. " Then I sup-
pose you think me a simpleton too,"
cried she, bursting into tears, "but I
won't stay to be laughed atand boun-
cing out of the house, ran home. Rose's
mirth was instantly converted into sor-
row. Her mamma reproved her for. her
breach of civility and friendship--"What-
ever are poor Emily's errors, you should
have remembered she has no mother to
instruct her, and have gently imparted
to her the little knowledge you possess,
rather than, in attempting to appear
wiser than you are, have mortified her
by a consciousness of her own igno-
rance, or treated it with ridicule. "
But mamma, it was so very droll to say
Adam and Eve were die first people in
England. " "In a mistake of this kind
I can never discover any thing drollj ig-
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norance excites my pity, not my mirth;
you ought to have pointed out to her the
error, but not have laughed at it; you
have indulged your humour at the ex-
pence of another's feeling, and have been
guilty of a fault, which, if not checked,
wilt render you an object of dread'and
dislike. I know no propensity more of-
fensive than that of laughing at every
little error we observe in others; it is a
breach of politeness, and indicates want
of feeling; to-morrow you shall go to
Emily, and ask her to forgive the insult
shewn her. " The tears began to stream
down Rose's face--" I will go to night
mamma. " "No; to-morrow Emily's dis-
pleasure will have subsided, and she will
the more readily pardon your unkind-
ness. Indeed, my dear Rose, I have, be-
fore now, observed in you an inclination
to ridicule those whom you do not think
so clever as yourself, and to be conceited
about your little attainments. I have a
pleasure in teaching you, but I shall de-
list for a time, if I see you arrogant and
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vain, and that you laugh at others who
have not the same advantages. " "Oh, no.
mamma, I do not think myself clever, I
"wish I was; I only desire to be like you
and Isabel. " "Belike Isabel, my child,
in diffidence and humility; you never
hear her boasting of her acquirements,
or see her displaying her drawings, or?
laughing at those who are less informed
than herself; real merit is always reti-
ring, and good sense never ridicules the
deficiencies of others. " At that instant
Isabel returned from visiting a sick fami-
ly'whom Mrs. Sydney was anxious to
hear. . of, and the subject ended for the.
evening.
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CHAP. V.
The ne^t morning Rose hastened to Mr.
Blandford's, impatient to make ? atone-
ment, and obtain 'forgiveness for her
fault. She saw Emily in the garden, who,
on perceiving her, instantly ran towards
the house. Rose'followed; Emily still
fled. "? Pray stop," cried Rose, ** pray
stop Emily; will you not speak to me? "
"No," said Emily, "I will never speak
to you again; <I 'sli&ri't Ibve you any
more. " "But I love you," replied Rose,
"and am come to beg your pardon for
my unkindness yesterday. " "You may
beg my pardon if you will, but I won't
fbrgive you. " "0\ Emily, that is very
wrong not to forgive; my papa used to
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say we should forgive even our enemies,
and I am sure I am not your enemy, but
your friend. " "I don't believe it," said
Emily. "Indeed I am," replied the
tender hearted Rose, running up to her
and taking her hand, "indeed I am. "
"You shan't touch me," exclaimed
Emily fiercely. "O, dear, Emily, not
touch you! then only say you forgive
me. " "I never will forgive you," cried
Emily, and snatching away her hand
which Rose had again taken, ran precipi-
tately . into the house. Rose burst into a
flood of tears* and was returning homer
wardst, when she met Mr. Blandford,
who tenderly enquired the cause of her
sorrow,. . ,She simply and briefly told hint
how. Judely 1she had behaved to Emily
the preceding evening, who had gone
away air displeasure; and that she was
then. . come to ask her forgiveness, which
had. been refused. . "I must have been
very. naughty jndeecj, Sir," added the
weeping little girl, "not to be forgiven/'
. Mr, . Blandford, who was no stranger t. e
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Emily's warmth of temper, and vindic-
tive disposition, desired Ruth to bring
her to him. At first she refused to obey
the summons, but on hearing her name
peremptorily called by her father, she
came slowly towards him, pouting and
frowning. "I am sorry, Emily," said
Mr. Blandford, " to find you quitted
Mrs. Sydney yesterday evening, with-
out taking leave either of her or the
Miss Sydneys; this was a rudeness; but
I am more concerned that you refuse
to accept the concession which Rose has
offered for some trifle which your capri-
cious temper construed into an affront;
but till you promise to make an apology
for your conduct to Mrs. Sydney, I shall
not permit you again to visit her. " Rose
would have interrupted him with assu-
renoes that she alone was wrong, and the
sole cause of Emily's abrupt departure;
but Mr. Blandford demanded silence.
Emily's eyes were still cast on the
ground; but her inflamed cheek and
swelling bosom betrayed the uneasiness
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of her temper. "Have you any thing
to offer in your justification f' asked her
father. "I don't know I was to blame,"
muttered Emily. "Then you do not
consider Mrs. Sydney entitled to the
least. respect; not even the common form
of being wished good night; and because
Rose laughed at your ignorance and ab*
surdity, she is never to be forgiven; I
shall in future prohibit your visiting her,
for you are not a proper associate for this
amiable little girl. " ** I should not like
to be rwle' to Mrs. Sydney," said Emily,
in :a 'low voice, "I love her, and Would
ask her pardon. " '* But perhaps she will
not forgive. you," replied her father5;
'f perhaps she will turn from you'as. you
have done from Rose. . " Emily stood
thoughtful for some minutes; then, half
looking up, sftid, *' if Mrs. Sydney would
pardon me,11 Would pardon Rose'; for
? BTrs! Sydney looks at me kindly, and 1
love IVer; and whtni she kisses me, it is
riot as old Ruth does. " Rose, at this
quaint eiilogium on her mother, stretched
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out her little hand to Emily, and Mr.
Blandford put his daughter's into it;
then throwing his arras round both, he
said, " Let this little quarrel be forgotten,
and love each other as sisters. "
Emily was naturally generous and
affectionate, but her amiable feelings had
been seldom excited, while every ill
propensity was rendered prominent by
the mistaken system which had been
pursued. The muternal tenderness of
Mrs, Sydney had touched her heart; be-
reft of the fond attentions of a mother,
her affections had never been cultivated,
and she loved and hated, merely as she
was indulged or punished.
Mr. Blandford, taking a hand of each
of the children, walked with them to
Mrs. Sydney's. The buoyant spirits of
Rose, which the reconciliation had rais-
ed beyond their customary height, gave
a rapid motion to her tongue, and she
prated all the way home. Not so Emily;
she had been mortified at being compel-
led to own herself in an error; she was
E
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afflicted at the idea of having offended
Mrs. Sydney; and, half in sorrow, half
in anger, she preserved a gloomy silence,
which the gaiety of her companion could
not dissipate. On arriving at Mrs. Syd-
ney's she lingered at the threshold, till
Mrs. Sydney, holding out her hand, bade
her come in. "Are you not well, Emi-
ly she said, observing that she held
down her head; "speak, my love, and tell
me. " "I am very well ma'am," she
replied, in a low tone; "but papa says
I was rude last night in leaving you
as I did, and I think you are angry with
me. " "Angry with you, my dear girl!
indeed I am not; but even allowing
that you should have taken leave of me,
do not you think I love you well enough
to forgive you? You know we should ne-
ver bear resentment. " The last sen-
tence was a severe rebuke to Emily,
which even the pleasure she felt at hear-
ing Mrs. Sydney pronounce her pardon,
could scarcely mitigate; but, throwing her
arms round her neck, she sobbed aloud.
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Mr. Blandford beheld with astonishment
these tokens of affection and contrition;
when she shed tears, they were usually
from passion and disappointment; these
had evidently a tender source, and as
Mrs. Sydney pressed her to her bosom,
and again assured her of her forgiveness,
Emily, in a voice interrupted by sobs and
tears, said--" I wish I was Rose, and
then you would love me. "
This little disagreement being amica-
bly settled, and the kiss of reconciliation
reciprocally given, Emily and Rose were
daily associates, and the tenderest atten-
tions were paid by Mrs. Sydney and
Isabel to the poor neglected Emily.
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CHAP. VI.
One afternoon Mr. Blandford called up-
on Mrs. Sydney to apologise for the ab-
sence of Emily, who had been engaged
to visit Rose; she had a bad cold, and
was rather feverish; "I have ordered
Ruth," he added, "to put her early to
bed, and I trust that to-morrow she will
be quite well, and atone for her absence ofj
to-day. " Mrs. Sydney requested permis-
sion to see her, but Mr. Blandford re-
plied, that he considered her as so very
slightly indisposed, it was a kindness he
would not require; the paths being
dirty, and the evening damp. "Do not,"
said Mrs. Sydney, "imagine me so sel-
fish a being as to be deterred by such
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trifling inc6nveniences from performing
a common office of humanity; I shall be
humbled in my own estimation if I hesi-
tate any longer; besides do not you
know I am the village doctrcss? " "Ah
do,*' said Rose, "let mamma see Emily;
she will cure her I am sure, for she un-
derstands all complaints, and then she is
so kind. ' "Bring my bonnet and hand-
kerchief, my little prattler," said Mrs.
Sydney, "you love to speak in praise of
your mother. "
Mrs. Sydney and her daughters ac-
companied Mr. Blandford home, Rose
expressing all the way her alternate hopes
and fears. "Perhaps, mamma, we werfe
too long by the river side yesterday; 1
fear she caught cold, but I hope she will
soon be well; and I am sure if any body
can make her so, you can, mammah
Mrs. Sydney replied only by a smile, and
a tender pressure of her darling's hand.
As thev'entered Mr. Blandford's house
the screams of Emily, who was in a warm
contest with Ruth, struck a pang to Mrs.
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ROSE AND EMILY; OR,
Sydney's heart. "I won't go to bed,"
shrieked Emily, " I won't; get away you
good-for-nothing old woman. " "But
you shall go to bed," said Ruth, jn a tone
equally violent, "your papa desired me
to put you to bed, and I will; I don't
jH. ind your fighting, not I; I can fight
again, and I am stronger than you, sp
go to bed you shall. " Mrs. Sydney's
cheek turned pale, and she was advan-
cing to the staircase, when Mr. Bland-
#>rd, with an agitated look, hastily pass-
ed her, saying--** Stay here, madam, I
intreat you, whilst I go to my poor way-
ward child. " She uttered a more pier-
cing scream when she saw her father, and
complained of the harshness of Ruth,
who, equally loud, defended herself on
the ple. a of doing what she had been de-
sired to da Mr, Blandford bade her be
quiet, and endeavoured to sooth his
child ; but she still t ried passionately and
piercingly. Mrs. Sydney is here," he
said. "Oh let me go to her," exclaim-
ed Emily. Mrs, Sydney, who had heard
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every word and sound as she waited in
the little parlour from which the stair-
case led, could no longer refrain from
hastening to the chamber; as she enter-
ed it, Emily lifted up her head from her
father's shoulder, and sobbing aloud,
stretched out her arms towards her; Mrs.
Sydney expanded her's by an involun-
tary emotion, and in a moment the poor
child's head was sheltered in her bosom.
"Bless you, madam," said Mr. Bland-
ford; and, overcome by his own sensa-
tions, hastily left the room.
put this map of the British'islands . toge-
ther, or this of the kings and queens 4
or colour these flowers which Isabel has
drawn for us, or look over the books?
you shall first read to me,. and then J
will read to you. " ** I don't like read-
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ing," said Emily, " you know I don't. "
"But I forgot it," replied the sweet
tempered little girl, holding out her
hand, " I quite forgot it. Then we will
begin with a map; you shall put it toge-
ther, and then we will repeat the names
of the countries and capitals, and what
they are remarkable for; we will take
England, dear old England, our own
country, which we must all love. That
is the top of the map, the? north you
know; the bottom is the south 5 the right
hand the east $ and the left hand the west.
The cardinal. points are now all placed
seady to receive the dear little island and
all its counties; but! beg pardon Emily,
you are to do it," cried the little chat-
terer. "And what am, L to do? " said
Emily, in. a tone. of disdain. *fi You . are
to put the different counties in . their
proper places y the. first I take up is
Yorkshire, capital York. y this is. the lar-
gest county in England, and goes here,"
cried she, putting it with great accuracy
inthe open. spaed; now. you take one. ? '
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"This is a stupid game," said Emily, .
pouting, "I don't like it. " "Shall we
have the historical then? that is very
pretty, and will tell us who were the
first kings and queens of Great Britain. "
"And pray where is. Great Britain? " said
Emily with scorn. "Great Britain! '
? exclaimed Rose, "why it is the land we
live in; the very spot we<<now stand upon,
is in Great Britain. It was first called:
Albion, then Britain, and afterwards Eng-
land. The first inhabitants," continued.
the little magpie, too i eager to speak,
and too vain of exhibiting all that had
been taught her, "are supposed to have
been a tribe of Gauls from. the opposite
coast. " "I know as weH as you. do,"
cried Emily, interrupting her, ami frown-
ing with mortification and displeasure
At<. Jlose's ostentatious display of her
knqwledge, "I know as well as you do
who were the first people in < Albion, or
Britain, or England, as you call it? '
"Well," said Rose, "then do you tell
me, Emily; I amsuresIshalUike as well
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to hear you say it as to say it myself;
who were they? " "Adam and, . Eve to
be sure," replied Emily. "Why they
were the first people in the world". said
Rose, laughing heartily, "but I believe
they never were in England; how funny
you are Emily! I never heard any thing
50 droll; I shall die with laughing. "
"I don't care if you do," cried she, ri-
sing in a passion; " I am sure I did not
say any thing more ridiculous than you,
WHO: have been running on for this half
hour with your north and south and car-
dinal points, things that nobody ever
heard of. " Rose, whose merry vein. wain
touched, still continued laughing. . ^^\
Mrs. Sydney* just then entering; the
room,. instantly perceived the reddened
cheek of Emilys and the; dimpled one;#f
Rose, and enquired the cause. ? . I only
saddi" replied EmilyV. " thjat Adam and
$va. were. the first people itt England,
und . jMiss j&ok chases. to laugh. . IX. me\;
ibttti I still be revenged," cried she, t an(l
snatching-. up]J^n, hat. and tippat,. ? w? s
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rushing out of the:house. "Stop, my
dear girl,'9 said Mrs. Sydney mildly, I
perceive Rose has beeh very rucky 'and
I am sure she will be. sorry for it; it is
unkind to treat the little mistakes of our
friends with ridicule. " Then I sup-
pose you think me a simpleton too,"
cried she, bursting into tears, "but I
won't stay to be laughed atand boun-
cing out of the house, ran home. Rose's
mirth was instantly converted into sor-
row. Her mamma reproved her for. her
breach of civility and friendship--"What-
ever are poor Emily's errors, you should
have remembered she has no mother to
instruct her, and have gently imparted
to her the little knowledge you possess,
rather than, in attempting to appear
wiser than you are, have mortified her
by a consciousness of her own igno-
rance, or treated it with ridicule. "
But mamma, it was so very droll to say
Adam and Eve were die first people in
England. " "In a mistake of this kind
I can never discover any thing drollj ig-
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norance excites my pity, not my mirth;
you ought to have pointed out to her the
error, but not have laughed at it; you
have indulged your humour at the ex-
pence of another's feeling, and have been
guilty of a fault, which, if not checked,
wilt render you an object of dread'and
dislike. I know no propensity more of-
fensive than that of laughing at every
little error we observe in others; it is a
breach of politeness, and indicates want
of feeling; to-morrow you shall go to
Emily, and ask her to forgive the insult
shewn her. " The tears began to stream
down Rose's face--" I will go to night
mamma. " "No; to-morrow Emily's dis-
pleasure will have subsided, and she will
the more readily pardon your unkind-
ness. Indeed, my dear Rose, I have, be-
fore now, observed in you an inclination
to ridicule those whom you do not think
so clever as yourself, and to be conceited
about your little attainments. I have a
pleasure in teaching you, but I shall de-
list for a time, if I see you arrogant and
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vain, and that you laugh at others who
have not the same advantages. " "Oh, no.
mamma, I do not think myself clever, I
"wish I was; I only desire to be like you
and Isabel. " "Belike Isabel, my child,
in diffidence and humility; you never
hear her boasting of her acquirements,
or see her displaying her drawings, or?
laughing at those who are less informed
than herself; real merit is always reti-
ring, and good sense never ridicules the
deficiencies of others. " At that instant
Isabel returned from visiting a sick fami-
ly'whom Mrs. Sydney was anxious to
hear. . of, and the subject ended for the.
evening.
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CHAP. V.
The ne^t morning Rose hastened to Mr.
Blandford's, impatient to make ? atone-
ment, and obtain 'forgiveness for her
fault. She saw Emily in the garden, who,
on perceiving her, instantly ran towards
the house. Rose'followed; Emily still
fled. "? Pray stop," cried Rose, ** pray
stop Emily; will you not speak to me? "
"No," said Emily, "I will never speak
to you again; <I 'sli&ri't Ibve you any
more. " "But I love you," replied Rose,
"and am come to beg your pardon for
my unkindness yesterday. " "You may
beg my pardon if you will, but I won't
fbrgive you. " "0\ Emily, that is very
wrong not to forgive; my papa used to
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say we should forgive even our enemies,
and I am sure I am not your enemy, but
your friend. " "I don't believe it," said
Emily. "Indeed I am," replied the
tender hearted Rose, running up to her
and taking her hand, "indeed I am. "
"You shan't touch me," exclaimed
Emily fiercely. "O, dear, Emily, not
touch you! then only say you forgive
me. " "I never will forgive you," cried
Emily, and snatching away her hand
which Rose had again taken, ran precipi-
tately . into the house. Rose burst into a
flood of tears* and was returning homer
wardst, when she met Mr. Blandford,
who tenderly enquired the cause of her
sorrow,. . ,She simply and briefly told hint
how. Judely 1she had behaved to Emily
the preceding evening, who had gone
away air displeasure; and that she was
then. . come to ask her forgiveness, which
had. been refused. . "I must have been
very. naughty jndeecj, Sir," added the
weeping little girl, "not to be forgiven/'
. Mr, . Blandford, who was no stranger t. e
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Emily's warmth of temper, and vindic-
tive disposition, desired Ruth to bring
her to him. At first she refused to obey
the summons, but on hearing her name
peremptorily called by her father, she
came slowly towards him, pouting and
frowning. "I am sorry, Emily," said
Mr. Blandford, " to find you quitted
Mrs. Sydney yesterday evening, with-
out taking leave either of her or the
Miss Sydneys; this was a rudeness; but
I am more concerned that you refuse
to accept the concession which Rose has
offered for some trifle which your capri-
cious temper construed into an affront;
but till you promise to make an apology
for your conduct to Mrs. Sydney, I shall
not permit you again to visit her. " Rose
would have interrupted him with assu-
renoes that she alone was wrong, and the
sole cause of Emily's abrupt departure;
but Mr. Blandford demanded silence.
Emily's eyes were still cast on the
ground; but her inflamed cheek and
swelling bosom betrayed the uneasiness
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of her temper. "Have you any thing
to offer in your justification f' asked her
father. "I don't know I was to blame,"
muttered Emily. "Then you do not
consider Mrs. Sydney entitled to the
least. respect; not even the common form
of being wished good night; and because
Rose laughed at your ignorance and ab*
surdity, she is never to be forgiven; I
shall in future prohibit your visiting her,
for you are not a proper associate for this
amiable little girl. " ** I should not like
to be rwle' to Mrs. Sydney," said Emily,
in :a 'low voice, "I love her, and Would
ask her pardon. " '* But perhaps she will
not forgive. you," replied her father5;
'f perhaps she will turn from you'as. you
have done from Rose. . " Emily stood
thoughtful for some minutes; then, half
looking up, sftid, *' if Mrs. Sydney would
pardon me,11 Would pardon Rose'; for
? BTrs! Sydney looks at me kindly, and 1
love IVer; and whtni she kisses me, it is
riot as old Ruth does. " Rose, at this
quaint eiilogium on her mother, stretched
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out her little hand to Emily, and Mr.
Blandford put his daughter's into it;
then throwing his arras round both, he
said, " Let this little quarrel be forgotten,
and love each other as sisters. "
Emily was naturally generous and
affectionate, but her amiable feelings had
been seldom excited, while every ill
propensity was rendered prominent by
the mistaken system which had been
pursued. The muternal tenderness of
Mrs, Sydney had touched her heart; be-
reft of the fond attentions of a mother,
her affections had never been cultivated,
and she loved and hated, merely as she
was indulged or punished.
Mr. Blandford, taking a hand of each
of the children, walked with them to
Mrs. Sydney's. The buoyant spirits of
Rose, which the reconciliation had rais-
ed beyond their customary height, gave
a rapid motion to her tongue, and she
prated all the way home. Not so Emily;
she had been mortified at being compel-
led to own herself in an error; she was
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afflicted at the idea of having offended
Mrs. Sydney; and, half in sorrow, half
in anger, she preserved a gloomy silence,
which the gaiety of her companion could
not dissipate. On arriving at Mrs. Syd-
ney's she lingered at the threshold, till
Mrs. Sydney, holding out her hand, bade
her come in. "Are you not well, Emi-
ly she said, observing that she held
down her head; "speak, my love, and tell
me. " "I am very well ma'am," she
replied, in a low tone; "but papa says
I was rude last night in leaving you
as I did, and I think you are angry with
me. " "Angry with you, my dear girl!
indeed I am not; but even allowing
that you should have taken leave of me,
do not you think I love you well enough
to forgive you? You know we should ne-
ver bear resentment. " The last sen-
tence was a severe rebuke to Emily,
which even the pleasure she felt at hear-
ing Mrs. Sydney pronounce her pardon,
could scarcely mitigate; but, throwing her
arms round her neck, she sobbed aloud.
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Mr. Blandford beheld with astonishment
these tokens of affection and contrition;
when she shed tears, they were usually
from passion and disappointment; these
had evidently a tender source, and as
Mrs. Sydney pressed her to her bosom,
and again assured her of her forgiveness,
Emily, in a voice interrupted by sobs and
tears, said--" I wish I was Rose, and
then you would love me. "
This little disagreement being amica-
bly settled, and the kiss of reconciliation
reciprocally given, Emily and Rose were
daily associates, and the tenderest atten-
tions were paid by Mrs. Sydney and
Isabel to the poor neglected Emily.
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CHAP. VI.
One afternoon Mr. Blandford called up-
on Mrs. Sydney to apologise for the ab-
sence of Emily, who had been engaged
to visit Rose; she had a bad cold, and
was rather feverish; "I have ordered
Ruth," he added, "to put her early to
bed, and I trust that to-morrow she will
be quite well, and atone for her absence ofj
to-day. " Mrs. Sydney requested permis-
sion to see her, but Mr. Blandford re-
plied, that he considered her as so very
slightly indisposed, it was a kindness he
would not require; the paths being
dirty, and the evening damp. "Do not,"
said Mrs. Sydney, "imagine me so sel-
fish a being as to be deterred by such
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trifling inc6nveniences from performing
a common office of humanity; I shall be
humbled in my own estimation if I hesi-
tate any longer; besides do not you
know I am the village doctrcss? " "Ah
do,*' said Rose, "let mamma see Emily;
she will cure her I am sure, for she un-
derstands all complaints, and then she is
so kind. ' "Bring my bonnet and hand-
kerchief, my little prattler," said Mrs.
Sydney, "you love to speak in praise of
your mother. "
Mrs. Sydney and her daughters ac-
companied Mr. Blandford home, Rose
expressing all the way her alternate hopes
and fears. "Perhaps, mamma, we werfe
too long by the river side yesterday; 1
fear she caught cold, but I hope she will
soon be well; and I am sure if any body
can make her so, you can, mammah
Mrs. Sydney replied only by a smile, and
a tender pressure of her darling's hand.
As thev'entered Mr. Blandford's house
the screams of Emily, who was in a warm
contest with Ruth, struck a pang to Mrs.
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Sydney's heart. "I won't go to bed,"
shrieked Emily, " I won't; get away you
good-for-nothing old woman. " "But
you shall go to bed," said Ruth, jn a tone
equally violent, "your papa desired me
to put you to bed, and I will; I don't
jH. ind your fighting, not I; I can fight
again, and I am stronger than you, sp
go to bed you shall. " Mrs. Sydney's
cheek turned pale, and she was advan-
cing to the staircase, when Mr. Bland-
#>rd, with an agitated look, hastily pass-
ed her, saying--** Stay here, madam, I
intreat you, whilst I go to my poor way-
ward child. " She uttered a more pier-
cing scream when she saw her father, and
complained of the harshness of Ruth,
who, equally loud, defended herself on
the ple. a of doing what she had been de-
sired to da Mr, Blandford bade her be
quiet, and endeavoured to sooth his
child ; but she still t ried passionately and
piercingly. Mrs. Sydney is here," he
said. "Oh let me go to her," exclaim-
ed Emily. Mrs, Sydney, who had heard
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every word and sound as she waited in
the little parlour from which the stair-
case led, could no longer refrain from
hastening to the chamber; as she enter-
ed it, Emily lifted up her head from her
father's shoulder, and sobbing aloud,
stretched out her arms towards her; Mrs.
Sydney expanded her's by an involun-
tary emotion, and in a moment the poor
child's head was sheltered in her bosom.
"Bless you, madam," said Mr. Bland-
ford; and, overcome by his own sensa-
tions, hastily left the room.
