blush of love, or the rose of summer, when it opens to the sun.
Upon the lake the boats, adorned with many coloured ribbands, sailed with the breeze. Bands of music played underneath the tents which were erected for refreshments. The evening was bright and cloudless. Elinor was the first and latest in the dance—the life and spirit of the joyous scene. Some shrunk back it is true at first, when they beheld her; but when they saw her smile, and that look of winning candour, which even innocence at times forgets to wear, that playful youthful manner, re-assured them. "Can it be possible!" said Calantha, when the music ceased, and the villagers dispersed—"can you indeed affect this gaiety, or do you feel it, St. Clare?" "I feel it," cried the girl, laughing archly. "The shafts of love shall never pierce me; and sorrows, though they fall thicker than the rain of Heaven, shall never break my heart." "Oh! teach
