errands, but kept her by her own side from the moment she came, till it was time to go home. Mrs. Stanhope, whose only object in life was her little girl's happiness, was m

n refined society, she insensibly grew into its likeness; and her voice, her manners, her way of speaking, all seemed assimilated to those of a v

estowed upon her improvement; while Nora, whose invalidism had long cut her off from her books, found a fresh zest in resuming her studies with her eager friend. After lessons came supper, and then the evening with its long talks. These were generally about the beautiful country,

the meadows towards the setting sun; from a dark cloud that hung in the western sky, a great flood of shining light

me! Oh, I wish I could go there now! It is certainly the promised land, where we al

riends sat, silently gazing at the wonderful sight, until at last the sun disappeared behin

hought her little girl was asleep on Elsli's shoulder. She was asleep, indeed; but she

and Elsli ran. The doctor was not at home, but Mrs. Stein s

"Her sufferings are over forever. Sh

as if struck

she exclaimed, and then she burst into tears,

y, taking Elsli by the hand, "come and sit down

her face with her apron, and ran

Stanhope still bending over Nora, and sobbing as when she left her. Elsli seated herself on Nora's footstool, and wept i

e very tender, "I can do nothing. Your litt

e form that lay lifeless before her. When Mrs. Stein was convinced that she could be of no use to her, she went across the room

r that our Father in heaven never forgets his children. Think how well and happy

her, as their ways parted, she could hear the sobbing child for a long time as sh

many questions to ask about death, and how people can die and come to life again. Emma was much depressed,

? Indeed, Fani's fate was also a source of anxiety, especially on account of Emma's share in his disappearance. Would all turn out right for the boy? Would he get a suitable education, and what sort of a future lay before him? The information they had obtained from Basel had not proved perfectly satisfactory. The scene-painter had, to be sure, taken Fani into his service, but the boy had nothing to do with the painting but to clean up the brushes and palettes, and grind the colors; and, although he had his boa

r mother was glad to let her go, and glad too that Fred offered to accompany his sister. The children were admitte

ng tears, looked upon the peaceful face, and remembered sadly that she had not done a friendly act for the little invalid, nor helpe

m. Mrs. Stanhope raised her head, and, as she returned the kind

lands, everything else he might have taken, if he would only have left me my child! This is the ver

e from pain and weariness forevermore, in his sheltering arms. You do not know what poverty means! Think of the many mothers who only see their children grow up to hard labor, and suffer for want of food and clothing. Take the sorrow that

turn, and accompany her on her painful journey. This arrangement was a great relief to Mrs. Stein, who returned home with an easier mind, and hastened to impart this bit of good news to her sister. But aunty was nowhere to be found, and Emma, who was sitting alone in an unusually subdued mood, told her mother that she was probably with Fred, who had been looking for her, "to show her a beetle or some such thing," s

ff to a remote part of the garden, where stood a lonely summer-house. There he d

nd she is dead; and I cannot see how she

nnot understand, and yet we know they are. And as we are told by One whom we can trust that we

e same in men as in animals, and when an animal dies, it c

the doctor in the garden, and aunty hastened to join him, as sh

n thought; he did not