Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by Ticknor andFields, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District ofMassachusetts.
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RHODA.
PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS.
ON TRANSLATING THE DIVINA COMMEDIA.
FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO.
KATHARINE MORNE.
PROTONEIRON.
THE PROGRESS OF PRUSSIA.
THE SONG SPARROW.
INVALIDISM.
GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY.
GUROWSKI.
THE PRESIDENT AND HIS ACCOMPLICES.
ART.
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS.
Uncle Bradburn took down a volume of the new Cyclopædia, and placed iton the stand beside him. He did not, however, open it immediately, butsat absorbed in thought. At length he spoke:—"Don't you think a younggirl in the kitchen, to help Dorothy, would save a good many steps?"
"I don't know," replied Aunt Janet, slowly. "Dorothy has a great deal todo already. Hepsy is as good and considerate as possible, but Dorothywon't let her do anything hardly. Hepsy says herself that within doorsshe has only dusted furniture and mended stockings ever since she came."
"Can't you find sewing for Hepsy?"
"She ought not to do much of that, you know."
"Very true; but then this girl,—she will have to go to the poor-houseif we don't take her. She has been living with Mrs. Kittredge at theHollow; but Mrs. Kittredge has made up her mind not to keep her anylonger. The fact is, nobody will keep her unless we do; and she isterribly set against going back to the poor-house."
"Who is she?" asked Aunt Janet, a little hurriedly. She guessed already.
"Her name is Rhoda Breck. You have heard of her."
"Heard of her! I should think so!"
"If I were you, Oliver," said grandmother, who sat in her rocking-chairknitting, "I would have two or three new rooms finished off over thewood-shed, and then you could accommodate a few more of that sort. Justlike you!"
And she took a pinch of snuff from a little silver-lidded box made of asea-shell. She took it precipitately,—a sign that she was slightlydisturbed. This snuff-box, however, was a safety-valve.
Uncle Bradburn smiled quietly and made no reply.
"We will leave it to Dorothy," said Aunt Janet. "It is only fair, forshe will have all the trouble."
Uncle Bradburn regarded the point as ga