exquisitely formed. Her lips were coral, and her skin the unsullied mountain snow. Her voice was melodiously sweet; and an innocent, artless gaiety displayed itself in all her actions. Such was Jane at the a e of seventeen. As yet her heart had been free from the enslaving power of love. Her beauty had indeed stirred many suitors; but none of them succeeded in gaining the affections of the the youthful mind. Lubin her only brother, was in his twenty-fourth year, and was as much endowed with masculine as his sister was with feminine beauty. Lucy and Annetta might be both entitled to the determination of pretty agreeable girls, but no farther.
About two miles distant from farmer Arnold, resided a Mr Percival, who, having been many years a woollen-draper in the city of London and accumulated a decent fortune. Retired with his daughter Rosetta, who after her mother's death had been his housekeeper, at the pleasant village of Rosewood, where they inhabited a small though neat mansion, built in the cottage style, and surrounded by a beautious garden, bounded on the Western side by a meandering rivulet, which flowered in gentle murmurs, ; while the distant clacking of the mill, and a deep sounding waterfall added to the rural beauties of the scene.
Next to the fair Jane, Rosetta was esteemed the handsomest girl in that part of the country. She was in her nineteenth year, and her truly amiable manners soon gained her the esteem of the
