"As the sun-light on the fountain, As the ivy on the tree, As the snow upon the mountain, Or the moonlight on the sea. "As the zephyr gently blowing, As the dew-drop on the rose, As the rippling water flowing, As the sun at evening's close. "So is woman in the beauty, Of a heart unstained by sin; When bright eyes beam with purity, Which they borrow from within." "There," he said, passing her back the book, "now I will finish the sketch; but," he added, under his breath, "do go and look for Mabel, the storm is coming up so fast--I hope she is not out." "No, she is in her room I dare say, but I will go and find her if I can." So saying, Lucy left the room, bearing the album with her, to read the lines to Mabel. As soon as she was gone, Mrs. Villars looked up from her work and said to Hargrave-- "I want your advice, Henry, on a little matter." "I shall be most happy to give it," he said, gaily, still intent upon his drawing. "Well, then, do you not think the most prudent thing we could do for Mabel would be to get her a nice place as a governess?" "Really," replied he, shrugging his shoulders, "really, that is a matter which must so very much depend upon yourself, that I must be excused giving an opinion." Caroline remarked, with pleasure, that he did not seem surprised. "But Henry," continued Mrs. Villars, "as a friend of our family, do you not think that, the kindest and best thing that can be done for her?" "It shall not be," said Mr. Villars, laying down his paper, "with my consent." "Yes, but Henry," she said, still speaking to him, "do you not see what an artful flirt she is, and how injurious she is likely to prove to my daughters." Hargrave only gave another doubtful shrug. "And see," she continued, "how useful she has contrived to make herself to Mr. Villars." "No, no," said Mr. Villars, speaking entirely to his wife, "she has been so disinterested that far from trying to ingratiate herself, only, she has made Lucy my constant companion, and so quietly has she withdrawn from my notice, that I could now very probably part with her, without any loss of comfort; but Caroline, you cannot imagine the misery and horror from which she has saved me." He stopped, and then continued in a more agitated tone of voice--