"Well," said Charles Mfcirley, a young
father whose young wife was at home m the
nursery, " I only know that when I saw my
baby's basket for the first time, I thought
that nothing but that white, delicate-looking
stuff was fit to wrap my soft bantling in : —
for brides and babies, only white."

Salome looked up at the speaker, so inno-
cent and fair, with nis flushing face.
" You are quite right ; but all brides and
babies are not like yours : — your bride was
like a Hly, and your baby is like a rose. Have
you not seen it, in a white velvet cloak?"
addressing Laura and Louisa.
"There are so many babies in X," said
Charles Marley, laughing.
" O, yes, I know : we met it on the diff,
and stopped to speak to it, but the nurso
would not let us kiss it"

"That is mamma's doing, I am afraid,"
said Charles Marley, blushing ; " and I must
apologize. The fact is, we always agreed we
would not suffer our children to be made
lions' whelps of."

We return to the piano-forte ; there Ber-
nard was still talking fast and low, and still
to Rose.
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COUNTERPARTS, OR THE CROSS OF LOVE.
