Again the dreams of our hero were all Arcadian, and every shepherdess was a little cross-eyed, and warbled "Auld Robin Gray." In the bright moonlight, which, glancing through the flickering leaves, streams across the chamber-floor, filling it with her softened radiance, sits Ursula. But why so pensive; is it the influence of the hour, I wonder--has the gentle moon thus power to sadden her, or-- "Hetty, he has a very fine countenance." There, you see her pensiveness has found a voice. "Who, Miss Ursula?" "Why, this young stranger. He has a fine figure, too; and his manners are certainly quite refined." "Yes, and what pretty pictures he makes." "True, Hetty, very pretty; he certainly has a genius for the art." A long silence. "What a pity he is poor." "What's a pity, Miss Ursula?" cries Hetty, half asleep. "O, nothing, nothing--go to sleep, Hetty." But Ursula still sits in the moonlight, and thinks of the handsome young artist. Her generous little heart has already smoothed his path to eminence. Yes, she resolves if, upon acquaintance, he proves as worthy as he appears--and does she doubt it--not she--that neither money nor patronage shall be wanting to his success. Generous little cap-maker! And when at length she sought her couch, young Love, under the harmless guise of honest Benevolence, perched himself at her pillow. PART IV. And now, every morning sees Leland taking his way to the farm-house; and the villagers, good people, have made up their minds that there must be some very pretty scenes in that neighborhood. And so there are, very fine scenes; for, reclining under the shady trees, the young artist may be seen, with crayons in hand, the little cap-maker in his eye, as, seated on a little bench, she busily plies her needle, and sings for his entertainment, meanwhile, some rustic ballad. Sometimes, forgetting herself, she executes a brilliant _roulade_; and when Leland starts, astonished, and expresses his delight, she blushes deeply, and says she _once_ went to the theatre. And the old dame wonders what on earth they can find to talk about day after day, "a sittin' under trees," and tells Hetty to mind her work, and not take up any such silly ways. And the old man thinks a hale, hearty fellow like that, had better lend a hand to the plough, and not sit there spoiling so much white paper; and Hetty roguishly watches her young mistress, and smiles slily, and thinks there will be a wedding before long. Ah! happy, satisfied Leland!