"Yes," said Jane, "we do know, John, that all will be right."
"True," be replied; "and it is that should make us lay our fingers on our mouths and be still."
Jane had been so much absorbed in the mournful scene, that the necessity of her return before the breaking of day bad not occurred to her mind, and would not, perhaps, if John bad not, after a few moments pause, reminded her of it, by saying, "I am sorry Miss Jane, you have had such a walk for nothing; but," added he, "to the wise nothing is vain, and you are of so teachable a make, that you may have learned some good lessons here; you may learn, at least, that there is nothing to be much grieved for in this world but guilt; and some people go through a long life without learning that. You had better return now; I will go round the hill with you, and show you the path this crazy creature should have led you. She is in one of her still fits now; there is nothing calms her down like seeing death; she will not move from here till after the burying."
Jane looked for the last time on the beautiful form before her, and with the ingenuous and keen feeling of youth, wept aloud.
"It is indeed a sore sight," said John; "it makes my old eyes run over as they have not for many a year. The Lord have mercy on her destroyer! Oh, Miss! it is sad to see this beautiful flower cut down in its prime; but who would change her condition for his? He may go rioting
