pered people, and yet would not hesitate to look down upon those out of the magic pale of fashion, especially when any one was there to see; they would sit with silent dignity in a "promiscuous" party, their very garments seeming to say with a rustle, "stand by, I am greater than thou;" or, fastening upon one or two of the "select few," would gain for themselves by their exclusive attentions, the imputation of being "great bores." But the most remarkable feature of all was, that Mr. and Mrs. Scott Audley professed "the faith of the Lord Jesus Christ," except upon one point, which they chose to take into no account, they had " respect of persons!" Upon the present occasion, Lady Elinor Mordaunt's philanthropic feelings ought to have been gratified, for two of her guests were in a state of supreme felicity. A real live duchess, an earl, an earl's eldest son, an earl's daughter, and a baronet who was at the same time grandson to a marquis; what a harvest for the post-office, and for those who delighted 1 See James i. 1-9. in the conversation of Mr. and Mrs. Scott Audley! To be sure they looked askance at Miss North and Dr. Brown, and it was a considerable shock to their feelings to see the deference paid to the latter, who had never given out his stores of quaint wisdom and fine thought more genially,-stimulated by the sympathy of Sir John, the vivacious intelligence of the Duchess and Leslie North, and by the bright and affectionate eyes of Lady Elinor, who, pleased and gratified that her old friend should be so appreciated, had never appeared to greater advantage. was more difficult to do her part properly in the drawing-room, for she was so ungrateful as to tire dreadfully of Mrs. Scott Audley, and she longed to join in the quiet thoughtful talk going on in the large window, between the two other ladies. When the gentlemen came in, the conversation again became general, and soon took a turn which Mrs. Scott Audley thought rather objectionable for ears polite. "What is trade?" said she with a It slight shudder, and indignant little rustle of her new brocade. "Trade is the noblest thing in the world," answered D'Arcy, seating himself between Miss North and the offending lady, and looking so solemn, that his father said laughing, “Hear, hear! D'Arcy is going to give us a definition from one of Pinnock's Catechisms !" Mrs. Scott Audley was divided between contempt of the sentiment expressed by the young lord, and admiration of the quarter from whence it came. Partly to hide her own amusement, and partly to occupy Mrs. Scott Audley, as the gentlemen seemed perversely inclined to be plebeian in their topics of discussion, Lady Elinor proposed music, and shortly after the Scott Audleys' carriage was announced, and the hostess was left free to enjoy that great pleasure of listening to the conversation of refined and cultivated people, who have been educated by the faithful use of eyes, ears, and hearts. K CHAPTER IX. SALTAIRE. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might."— ECCLES. ix. 10. "Do all to the glory of God."-1 COR. x. 31. "He that good thinketh, good may do, Vide MRS. JAMIESON'S Commonplace Book. "Inventress of the woof, fair Lina flings The flying shuttle through the dancing strings, "I know this world is brighter than I thought, DARWIN. TAYLOR. MRS. SCOTT AUDLEY would have been amazed, in fact, incredulous, had she been informed that the Duchess of Wenderton was prevailed on to alter her original plan, and remain another day at Castle Mordaunt, solely on account of an expedition which the rest of the party intended to make to Saltaire, the "model" factory of Great Britain. Lady Elinor did not like going by railway, which, to save time, they intended to do; she was sure she should be stifled by the smoke and dirt of the factory, and she did not expect to see much that would interest her. However, she resolved to sacrifice herself, partly from politeness to her guests, and partly, perhaps such is the inconsistency of human nature-because she saw that Sir John Dunbar had not forgotten the day at Lyons, as he did not seem to expect her to go. Accordingly, they all started early one lovely morning, and there were many beautiful nooks and corners of scenery-quaint old Yorkshire houses, beautiful little dells and streamlets, green wooded knolls almost overhanging their iron path, past all of which they were borne swiftly by the stately engine with its wreaths of snowy steam, and awfully resistless wheels, and strange unearthly articulation. Truly, there is wonder, and might, and thought, and power, and therefore |