EMILY'S CHOICE. CHAPTER I. EMILY'S CHOICE. "Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness, or my health; My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small, Be Thou my guide, my guard, my strength, My wisdom, and my All!" "AND you really think Emily is making a favourable match? " The speaker was a lady of rather a grave countenance, with sad-looking eyes and slightly silvered hair. She was seated on the sofa in a very pleasant parlour somewhere near Adelaide, and engaged in a téte-à-tête with the younger and more lively mistress of the house. "I do not think Emily has chosen unworthily," was the reply after a moment's pause. "I believe she will find in Gilbert Owen the most tender and devoted affection, the most watchful solicitude; and they are equally educated, and will agree in B |