and her heart beat high; was she to go for it herself? She, for the
moment, revolted at the idea; but principle soon came to her aid, and
she accused herself of want of moral courage.

"What!" said she to Mrs. Cameron, "has it pleased God to place me in a
position, at which I dare to murmur? oh, my dear friend, what would my
beloved mother say, could she witness my foolish struggle between
principle and pride. Were it not for my good, should I be called on to
do it?"

"No, my dear girl; and that Being who sees principle triumph, will
reward it. Go then, my child; you see and feel what you ought to do,
therefore, act up to it. It is only when the right path is rugged,
there is any merit in walking in it."

"You are right, my excellent friend; may God direct this rebellious
heart of mine. Oh, how unlike am I to that dear departed one,
who,----" here she burst into tears. Mrs. Cameron now rose to go, and
Helen promised to call after she had been to Mrs. Sherman's.

In the afternoon, she dressed herself to go for the work. Her deep
mourning added, if possible, to her lady-like appearance. When in
health, she was extremely lovely; but it was a beauty, one can hardly
describe, since it arose not from regularity of feature. Suffice it to
say, she found Mrs. Sherman alone, who received her, not only kindly,
but with a degree of feeling and respect, that is rarely accorded
those, whom adversity has depressed. She apologized for not having
sent the work, and said, that indisposition, alone, induced her to
trouble Helen to call for the directions as to making the shirts,
about which the doctor was very particular. While pointing out how