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pany her uncle and aunt in a tour of pleasure which they pro-

posed taking in the summer.

'We have not quite determined how far it shall carry us,'

said Mrs. Gardiner; 'but perhaps, to the Lakes.'

No scheme could have been more agreeable to Elizabeth,

and her acceptance of the invitation was most ready and

grateful. 'My dear, dear aunt,' she rapturously cried, 'what

delight! what felicity! You give me fresh life and vigour.

Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks

and mountains? Oh, what hours of transport we shall spend!

And when we _do_ return, it shall not be like other travellers,

without being able to give an accurate idea of anything. We

_will_ know where we have gone -- we _will_ recollect what we

have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers, shall not be

jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt

to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling

about its relative situation. Let _our_ first effusions be less

insupportable than those of the generality of travellers.'

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