"Orpah kissed her mother-in-law; but Ruth clave unto her." It was a passage she could not let pass without a _comment_. The moral she drew from it was not very _new_, to be sure. The girl had heard it a hundred times before--and a hundred times more she could have heard it, without suspecting it to be tedious. Rosamund loved her grandmother. The old lady loved Rosamund too; and she had reason for so doing. Rosamund was to her at once a child and a servant. She had only _her_ left in the world. They two lived together. They had once known better days. The story of Rosamund's parents, their failure, their folly, and distresses, may be told another time. Our tale hath grief enough in it. It was now about a year and a half since old Margaret Gray had sold off all her effects, to pay the debts of Rosamund's father--just after the mother had died of a broken heart; for her husband had fled his country to hide his shame in a foreign land. At that period the old lady retired to a small cottage, in the village of Widford, in Hertfordshire. Rosamund, in her thirteenth year, was left destitute, without fortune or friends: she went with her grandmother. In all this time she had served her faithfully and lovingly. Old Margaret Gray, when she first came into these parts, had eyes, and could see. The neighbours said, they had been dimmed by weeping: be that as it may, she was latterly grown quite blind. "God is very good to us, child; I can _feel_ you yet." This she would sometimes say; and we need not wonder to hear, that Rosamund clave unto her grandmother. Margaret retained a spirit unbroken by calamity. There was a principle _within_, which it seemed as if no outward circumstances could reach. It was a _religious_ principle, and she had taught it to Rosamund; for the girl had mostly resided with her grandmother from her earliest years. Indeed she had taught her all that she knew herself; and the old lady's knowledge did not extend a vast way. Margaret had drawn her maxims from observation; and a pretty long experience in life had contributed to make her, at times, a little _positive_: but Rosamund never argued with her grandmother. Their library consisted chiefly in a large family Bible, with notes and expositions by various learned expositors from Bishop Jewell downwards. This might never be suffered to lie about like other books--but was kept constantly wrapt up in a handsome case of green velvet, with gold tassels--the only relick of departed grandeur they had brought with them to the cottage--every thing else of value had been sold off for the purpose above mentioned.