the Neglected Washerwomen, and the Distressed Muffin-Men. But she
shook her head; and then, looking up at me with eyes like a SAINT'S
(if our PRIVILEGES permitted us to believe in these fabulous beings
of the Romish superstition), she said, "Ah, no! I have always been
in the wrong. The beautiful address of the Bishop of Barchester
has awakened me, and convinced me that the PATH does not lie
through Fancy Fairs. I have to begin again. Who shall guide me?"

I trust I am not subject to vanity; but the news that I (for I
composed the Charge, as I may almost call it) had been the
instrument of so affecting a change did not fail to please me. I
thanked Lady Crawley, and expressed my deep interest in her altered
convictions. Finally she promised to come on a visit to us at the
Palace (she usually resides at Bath or Cheltenham), and has been
three days an inmate. Never have I met a more singular example of
what the Truth can do for one who, as she admits, was long ago a
worldling. "I have seen the vanity of it," she tells me, with
tears in her eyes; and from her example I expect an AWAKENING among
our worldlings. They will follow the path of a TITLED person. Tom
is much interested in his CONVERT, as he thinks her. Not to ME be
the glory!--Your assured friend,

EMILY BARNUM. {7}


From Mrs. Proudie to Mrs. Quiverful.


The Palace, Barchester, July 22.