Oh, if I had only known yesterday! Oh, cousin, cousin! he wanted to talk with me, and I wouldn't hear him!--oh, if I only had, I could have persuaded him out of it! Oh, why didn't I know ?" "There, there, dear child! We must accept it just as it is, now that it is done.

Don't feel so.

We must try to look at the good." "Oh, show me that letter," said Diana; and Mrs.Pitkin, hoping to tranquilize her, gave her James's note.

"He thinks I don't care for him," she said, reading it hastily.

"Well, I don't wonder! But I _do_ care! I love him better than anybody or anything under the sun, and I never will forget him; he's a brave, noble, good man, and I shall love him as long as I live--I don't care who knows it! Give me that locket, cousin, and write to him that I shall wear it to my grave." "Dear child, there is no writing to him." "Oh, dear! that's the worst.