Mr. Jackson, meanwhile, with a gravity not to be shaken, proceeded addressing Mrs. Montgomery as follows:--"In my mental visions, I have often indulged in speculations on the possible appearance of angels. I have, 'tis true, always pictured them to myself decked in that freshness of beauty peculiar to extreme youth; yet, on the brow, I have imagined an expression resembling what may be traced here!" and he passed his hand over the forehead of Edmund. Then taking off the little plumed Scotch bonnet, and viewing him as he spoke, he continued: "That look, I had almost said of thought, that touch of sentiment, scarcely corresponding with the dimpled and infantine loveliness of the cheek: that smile too, of perfect happiness, emanating from the blissful consciousness of never even wishing wrong! No seeds of jarring passions there, madam! no contentions of spirit: but that absolute harmony of soul, so rarely to be met with on earth, when every impulse of the native will is in unison with the sense of right implanted in all, by the great Author and Source of good!" Lady Theodosia was dying to laugh, but dare not, Mr. Jackson's face was so perfectly serious. Edmund looked up at the moment, conscious that he was spoken of, though, of course, not comprehending what was said. "The eye," continued Mr. Jackson, "when it meets yours, certainly conveys a tender appeal, a silent claim on protection, that we scarcely expect in that of a superior intelligence." Lady Theodosia philosophically observed, that the child's hair was black, and that angels were always depicted with golden locks. (Her ladyship's were auburn, bordering on red.) "And as to supposing," continued the lady, "that angels must invariably be children," (Lady Theodosia was no child,) "it is quite an erroneous idea. Milton's angels were of all ages." "But there were no ladies among them, Theodosia!" said Lord L., just coming up. "Lovers call you angels, but brothers and married men may speak the truth; and, it must be confessed, that all the angels upon record are either children or young men." "Oh fie! my lord," ventured the doctor; "is it not recorded every day before our eyes, in the fairest characters," bowing and smiling to Lady Theodosia, "that the ladies are angels! Fair characters! fair characters! Come, that's fair, very fair, a'n't?" CHAPTER XI. "There is nothing great, Which religion does not teach; nothing good, Of which she is not the eternal source; At once the motive and the recompense."