or to the sunshine that the flower opens its petals, or the fruit ripens
from the blossom?



CHAPTER III.

_Rod_. How sweet these solitary places are!

. . . . . .

_Ped_. What strange musick
Was that we heard afar off?

_Curio_. We've told you what he is, what time we've sought him,
His nature and his name.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. _The Pilgrim_.

ONE day, as the ladies were seated in Mrs. Merton's morning-room, Evelyn,
who had been stationed by the window hearing the little Cecilia go
through the French verbs, and had just finished that agreeable task,
exclaimed,--

"Do tell me to whom that old house belongs, with the picturesque
gable-end and Gothic turrets, there, just peeping through the trees,--I
have always forgot to ask you."

"Oh, my dear Miss Cameron," said Mrs. Merton, "that is Burleigh; have you
not been there? How stupid in Caroline not to show it to you! It is one