to upbraid, villify and humiliate, was uttered by Miss Seymour; and all in vain. She left her, therefore, with much indignation; and, seeing that her mother was preparing to enter the apartment she had quitted: "O! go not to her," she said; "you will find only a hardened sinner; you had best leave her to herself. My friendship and patience are tired out at last; I have forborne much; but I can endure no more. Oh! she is quite lost." "She is not lost, she is not hardened," said Mrs. Seymour, much agitated. "She is my own sister's child: she will yet hear me."
"Calantha," said Mrs. Seymour, advancing, "my child;" and she clasped her to her bosom. She would have turned from her, but she could not. "I am not come to speak to you on any unpleasant subject," she said. "I cannot speak myself," answered Calantha, hiding her face, not to behold her aunt: "all I ask of you is not to hate me; and God
