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“ What do you reckon the best season for Malvern ?” returned Edgar.

" When it is neither very hot nor very cold," replied Henry

“ What! in the spring and autumn ?”' replied the other ; “ September, perhaps. Is Malvern in season about September, Milner, do you think?"

“ In season!” replied Henry, laughing; “I do not know that it is more in season at one time of the year than another."

“What !” rejoined Edgar; “ I thought it was only for warm weather.”

“ That Malvern is only for warm weather!” replied Henry. I have heard of hills melting away in warm weather, but I never heard of their existing only in summer.”

“ What a regular fool you are, Milner," retorted Edgar, pettishly; “I am certain that you understand me, though you pretend not to

I say, when are Malvern wells best filled ?"

" When there is most water in them, I suppose," returned Henry, smiling, and drawing up his shoulders as if he feared a blow from his companion. Neither had he put himself on the defensive in vain, for Edgar seized him by the shoulders, and gave him a hearty shaking,

do so.

PART III.

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though more in play than anger; and then beginning to square (to use an expression of Mr. Clayton's) the enemy took to his heels, and running round him several times, evaded his thrusts on every side, whilst he filled the valley with his laughter.

that
you

have no mirth about you, , Henry, but that you are a dull, stupid, methodistical fellow," said Edgar.

“ And have some odd ways,” returned Henry, archly. “ Mind you do not learn any of them, Mr. Bonville--mind you do not.”

What do you mean by that ?" asked Edgar.

Nothing,» replied Henry, “but a mere caution. Do take care that you do not resemble me.”

The young men then walked quietly on, and entered into more serious discourse. Edgar spoke of the privileges which Henry had enjoyed from infancy; of being separated from the world, and led in that way in which he should walk to the end of life. “ Since I have resided here," he added, “ I have sometimes been led more than half to suspect that this world, respecting which my mother talks so much, is but a sorry friend after all, and that little is to be

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got by courting it. Now, Henry, I should like to know what my mother has ever gained by straining every nerve, emptying her purse, and exhausting her credit, merely to please a parcel of fine folks, who would rather have her room than her company; and, indeed, I am not quite sure if the great do not like those best who care least about them, and go on in their own quiet way, wanting nothing from them. Well, I see that you are right to be contented where you are, and to keep from company, which only perplexes the mind, and makes it unfit for study.-Well, I will stay quietly here during the vacation, and I trust those people will not come to Malvern, and then I shall have no temptation to go out."

“ What people ?" asked Henry.
“ The Earl of

Land Lord F- and the Lady Applebys," replied Edgar.

Are they coming ?” asked Henry. “Do you know them?” returned Edgar.

My mother tells me they are a charming family. LadyLis her most intimate friend.”

“I know Lord F-: he was at Clent Green, though not with me. He was not forgotten, however, when I was there," said Henry.

“My mother tells me he is an uncommonly fine young man.Is it so, Milner?" asked Ed

6. He was a very

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gar; " for I know her partiality to any thing noble."

fine young man when I saw him," replied Henry, " and may be so at the present moment, for any thing I know to the contrary.” You have more in

your

head than meets the ear," said Mr. Bonville.

What makes a fine bird,” answered Henry, " but fine feathers?"

“ Don't talk of birds, Milner,” returned Edgar, “ it is a tender subject.”

Well, then,” replied Henry, “ when Lord F-is smartly dressed, he may be called a fine young man; but I doubt whether he would deserve the appellation if he wore a waggoner's frock.”

“ You mean to say, I suppose, that the dress of Lord F- is the handsomest part about hiin,” returned Edgar.

“ He may be a very good fellow," replied Henry, “but there is nothing very superlative in his appearance. -But, Mr. Bonville, I do not like to make remarks upon people-1 know it is wrony-very wrong. But you must not expect much, I think, in Lord F-: he will not do you any good just at present, Edgar. You have a very happy prospect before you. There is

nothing I should like so much as to be a clergyman in a country place, and preach in my church, and work in my garden, and teach the labourers to read the book of nature, and find the promises of future glory in opening buds and running streams."

Why, Henry,” said Edgar, “ you are getting quite poetical and pathetic.”

" No," returned Henry, “I leave poetry to you, Edgar; and yet I have often thought that the things belonging to the reign of our Lord on earth, and to all that he has done for us and promised to do for us; and his love, and his glory, and his wonderful promises, sound like poetry when they are talked of even by such a one as I am. They are so beautiful, and the emblems of them are so curiously chosen from the fairest things in nature, that one can hardly speak of them at all without being what you call poetical. My uncle tells of a vulgar, low old man, whom he knew when a child, who, on being turned to God, and becoming very fond of his Bible, became, after a while, quite elegant in his discourse, and uttered some of the sweetest ideas which can be conceived ; for

says the spirit of the world is coarse and vulgar compared with that of Christianity; and that even many of the pretended refine

my uncle

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