t day commenced as before, getting up and dressing by rus; but to dispense er in tcaken place in t  long, urned tents of to ice.

    Before t ready to peris-time came at last, and t burnt; ty able, tity small. ion seemed! I wis had been doubled.

    In tasks and occupations or of t Loo become an actor t first, being little accustomed to learn by , to me bot; t cask to task, too, beernoon, Miss Smit into my oget me to sit in a quiet corner of tions to  t  of t one class still stood round Miss Scatc, t of togetted ions of Miss Scatc ance of t t of t top of t for some error of pronunciation, or some inattention to stops, s to ttom. Even in t obscure position, Miss Scatcinued to make  of constant notice: sinually addressing to he following:—

    “Burns” (suc seems urn your toes out immediately.” “Burns, you poke your c unpleasantly; dra in.” “Burns, I insist on your   attitude,” amp;c. amp;c.

    A cer  of tions about tonnage and poundage and s of to ansill, every little difficulty antly ance of t. I kept expecting t Miss Scatctention; but, instead of t, s—

    “You dirty, disagreeable girl! you his morning!”

    Burns made no ans  I, “does s explain t ser was frozen?”

    My attention o , salked to me from time to time, asking c, amp;c.; till s pursue my observations on Miss Scatcs. urned to my seat, t lady  delivering an order of c; but Burns immediately left to t, returned in e, carrying in ied toget one end. tool sed to Miss Scatcful curtesy; tly, and  being told, unloosed eacantly and sed on rokes  a tear rose to Burns’ eye; and, acle iment of unavailing and impotent anger, not a feature of ered its ordinary expression.

    “c you of your slatternly s: carry the rod away.”

    Burns obeyed: I looked at ; s putting back o , and trace of a tear glistened on hin cheek.

    t test fraction of t Lo of bread, t of coffee s five o’clock ality, if it  satisfied raint of t s fires being alloo burn a little more brigo supply, in some measure, t yet introduced: ty.

    On tcables and laug a companion, yet not feeling lonely: ; it sno, a drift  tting my ear close to tinguisumult e moan of tside.

    Probably, if I ely left a good s, t keenly ted tion; t ; turbed my peace! as it range excitement, and reckless and feveriso o deepen to darkness, and to rise to clamour.

    Jumping over forms, and creeping under tables, I made my o one of t, abstracted from all round he embers.

    “Is it still Rasselas?” I asked, coming behind her.

    “Yes,” s finis.”

    And in five minutes more s it up. I  I, “I can per o talk.” I sat down by he floor.

    “ is your name besides Burns?”

    “helen.”

    “Do you come a long way from here?”

    “I come from a place farte on tland.”

    “ill you ever go back?”

    “I  nobody can be sure of ture.”

    “You must wiso leave Lowood?”

    “No! o Loo get an education; and it il I tained t object.”

    “But t teacco you?”

    “Cruel? Not at all! Ss.”

    “And if I  rod, I s it from  under her nose.”

    “Probably you : but if you did, Mr. Brockle   grief to your relations. It is far better to endure patiently a smart o commit a y action o all connected urn good for evil.”

    “But t seems disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to stand in t girl: I am far younger t bear it.”

    “Yet it y to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is o say you cannot bear  is your fate to be required to bear.”

    I  comprerine of endurance; and still less could I understand or sympatiser. Still I felt t  invisible to my eyes. I suspected s be rig I  ponder tter deeply; like Felix, I put it off to a more convenient season.

    “You say you s,  are to me you seem very good.”

    “t to judge by appearances: I am, as Miss Scatcternly; I seldom put, and never keep, t rules; I read  bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements. to Miss Scatcurally neat, punctual, and particular.”

    “And cross and cruel,” I added; but  admit my addition: s silence.

    “Is Miss temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?”

    At tterance of Miss temple’s name, a soft smile flitted over her grave face.

    “Miss temple is full of goodness; it pains o be severe to any one, even t in tells me of tly; and, if I do anytrong proof of my cive nature is, t even ulations, so mild, so rational,  influence to cure me of my faults; and even  most  stimulate me to continued care and foresight.”

    “t is curious,” said I, “it is so easy to be careful.”

    “For you I  it is. I observed you in your class ttentive: your ts never seemed to inually rove ao Miss Scatcing all sy, often I lose to a sort of dream. Sometimes I t ttle brook o my turn to reply, I o be aening to the visionary brook, I have no answer ready.”

    “Yet ernoon.”

    “It ed me. ternoon, instead of dreaming of Deepden, I ly and unimes did; and I t y it , egrity and conscientiousness, ives of t been able to look to a distance, and see  t of tending! Still, I like C y : t to shey kill him!”

    alking to ten I could not very and  I , or nearly so, of t so my level.

    “And eacs hen?”

    “No, certainly, not often; because Miss temple o say ion ses is often just w I wiso gain.”

    “ell, temple you are good?”

    “Yes, in a passive ; I folloion guides me. t in such goodness.”

    “A great deal: you are good to to you. It is all I ever desire to be. If people  to t, t all ter, but   a reason, eacruck us never to do it again.”

    “You  a little untaught girl.”

    “But I feel t dislike tever I do to please t in disliking me; I must resist tly. It is as natural as t I sion, or submit to punis w is deserved.”

    “ribes  doctrine, but Cians and civilised nations diso.”

    “ understand.”

    “It is not violence t best overcomes e—nor vengeance t most certainly heals injury.”

    “ then?”

    “Read testament, and observe w C says, and s; make  your example.”

    “ does he say?”

    “Love your enemies; bless t curse you; do good to t e you and despitefully use you.”

    “t do; I should bless her son John, which is impossible.”

    In urn, o explain, and I proceeded forto pour out, in my oale of my sufferings and resentments. Bitter and truculent ,  reserve or softening.

    iently to ted s shing.

    “ell,” I asked impatiently, “is not Mrs. Reed a ed, bad woman?”

    “So you, no doubt; because you see, s of cer, as Miss Scatc ely you remember all so you!  a singularly deep impression ice seems to ! No ill-usage so brands its record on my feelings. ould you not be ried to forget y, togete emotions it excited? Life appears to me too s to be spent in nursing animosity or registering  be, one and all, burdened s in t time , ting off our corruptible bodies;   and t, pure as  tor to inspire ture:  urn; pero be communicated to some being o pass tions of glory, from to brigo t rary, be suffered to degenerate from man to fiend? No; I cannot believe t: I augion; but in o ends o all: it makes Eternity a rest—a mig a terror and an abyss. Besides, inguis , degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crusoo loo the end.”

    tle loalk to me, but rato converse s. S alloation: a monitor, a great rougly came up, exclaiming in a strong Cumberland accent—

    “ go and put your drae, I’ll tell Miss Scatco come and look at it!”

    ting up, obeyed tor  reply as  delay.