disappointments were to cease.

As usual, Julia was waiting with eager impatience
at the gate, her lovely form occasionally gliding
from the shrubbery to catch a glimpse of the
passengers on the highway, when Charles appeared
riding at a full gallop towards the house; his whole
manner announced success, and Julia sprang into
the middle of the road to take the letter which he
extended towards her.

"I knew I should be successful, and it gives me
almost as much pleasure as yourself that I have
been so," said the youth, dismounting from his
horse and opening the gate that his companion
might pass.

"Thank you--thank you, dear Charles," said Julia
kindly. "I never can forget how good you are to me-
-how much you love to oblige not only me, but
every one around. Excuse me now, I have this dear
letter to read another time, I will thank you as I
ought."

So saying, Julia ran into the summer-house, and
fastening its door, gave herself up to the pleasure
of reading a first letter. Notes and short epistles
from her aunt, with divers letters from Anna written
slyly in the school-room and slipped into her lap,
she was already well acquainted with; but of real,