Ohio, and had already transmitted to his parents a drawing and description of a prosperous little town, where, five years before his axe had first announced man's right to dominion over the forest. Two sons remained at home to labour on the paternal farm; and four girls, from ten to eighteen, diligent, good-humoured, and intelligent, completed the circle of the domestic felicities of this happy family. Both Mr. and Mrs. Lenox had the wise and dutiful habit, which, in almost any condition, might generate contentment, of looking at their own possessions, to awaken their gratitude, rather than by comparing the superior advantages of others with their meaner possessions, to dash their own cup with the venom of discontent and envy, a few drops of which will poison the sweetest draught ever prepared by a paternal Providence.

On the kindness of this family Mr. Redwood and his daughter were cast for the present; and proud and powerful in the possession of rank and fortune, Miss Redwood was obliged to learn the humiliating truth, that no human creature can command independence. Mr. Redwood had been all his life a traveller, and was a man of the world. He comprehended at once the embarrassments of his situation, and gracefully accommodated himself to the inconveniences of it, and in such a way, as to conciliate the favour of the good-hearted people about him. How far his daughter imitated his wise example, the following pages will show.

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CHAPTER II.

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"A country doctor," said Touchwood sneeringly; you will never be able to make any thing of him."

The Cynic.

BEFORE the return of James Lenox with the physician, Mr. Redwood had made an arrangement with Mr. Lenox, who consented to consider the strangers as boarders while Mr. Redwood's accident should detain him at the place we shall call Eton. Some little bustle in the entry an nounced the arrival of the physician, and he entered the apartment followed by Caroline, who with more alarm than she had testified before, advanced hastily to her father, and said in a tone which though a little depressed, was still loud enough to be overheard by all the by-standers-"My dear father, you surely will not suffer yourself to be murdered by a country doctor: pray, pray, remember poor Rose."

"Your grandmother's lap-dog? do not be a simpleton, Caroline."

"I do not see," replied Caroline, still in a tone of eager expostulation, "how Rose being a dog, alters the case. I am sure grandmama

thought as much of her as of any friend she had in the world. May not," she added, turning to the physician, "may not my father wait till a surgeon can be obtained from Boston or NewYork ?"

"And without danger?" inquired Mr. Redwood, who seemed to have become infected with his daughter's apprehensions.

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Possibly without danger," replied the physician, "though I should apprehend not without great additional suffering."

"Better to suffer than to die," urged Caroline. "I trust your father is not reduced to that alternative," replied the physician. "Such accidents are inconvenient, but seldom fatal. Shall I, sir," he added, turning to Mr. Redwood, "proceed to the examination of your arm?"

The modest demeanor and manly promptness of the doctor inspired his patient with confidence; and ashamed of having for a moment yielded to the weakness of his daughter, he said, "proceed, sir, certainly. Forgive my daughter's scruples-she is alarmed and inexperienced."

"She is a dumb fool," muttered Debby; and laying her arm on Caroline's, with a force to compel obedience, she pushed her out of the room, and then with an absolute command, dispersing all but those whose assistance was required, she pre

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pared to obey the orders of doctor Bristol, to whom she evidently deferred as to a master opeThe physician in his turn treated her as a confidential agent; and so quietly, skilfully, and expeditiously did he perform the operation, that he fully substantiated in the judgment of his grateful patient, all the praise that had been lavished on him. Mr. Redwood bore the operation with stoical firmness, but after it was over his strength seemed much exhausted.

His physician ordered that he should be kept perfectly quiet, and that no one should have access to the room but those whose services were necessary. He inquired of Mr. Redwood if he preferred that his daughter should stay with him. Mr. Redwood, sighing deeply, replied, that his daughter was too much unaccustomed to scenes of this kind to be of any use to him; and the physician proceeded to make arrangements with Mrs. Lenox and Deborah. The result of their deliberations was, that Deborah should keep this night's vigil at the bed of the sick man.

These important arrangements being made, doctor Bristol undertook to inform Miss Redwood of her father's amended condition. She received the intelligence with less animation than might have been reasonably anticipated from the apprehensions she had expressed. "She was glad," she said, "it was all over, for she was tired to death and wished to go to her room."

"Yes," said her officious domestic, "you are tired, Miss Cary, you look very sick; as pale as a ghost."

"Oh Lilly," exclaimed Caroline, "that is impossible, for I never lose my colour, you know;" and she ran briskly to a looking-glass, which, shrouded in gauze, and bedecked with festoons of groundpine, adorned Mrs. Lenox's neat parlour. The mirror was imperfect, and it sent back as distorted a resemblance of the disappointed beauty, as if spleen and envy had reflected the image. "Oh Lord! Lord!" she exclaimed, "it would be the death of me to see myself again in that odious glass."

"We have

"I hope not," said doctor Bristol. specifics for such diseases in this retirement, where there are few to admire, and none to flatter."

"Are all your specifics, caustics, doctor?"

"Oh no!" replied the doctor, smiling very pleasantly, (for it cannot be denied that his instinctive indignation at Miss Redwood's insensibility was softened by her matchless beauty;) "no, we prescribe caustics for inveterate diseases only: for the young and susceptible we have gentler remedies."

"And your cure for vanity is

"Abstinence-or, a low diet often subdues the violence of the symptoms--the disease is of the chronic order, seldom cured. But do not imagine that I have the presumption to prescribe for you, Miss Redwood, ignorant as I am even of the existence of the malady."