May Brooke

en, and laying her work carefully down in her basket, she ran upstairs to see if she was awake. Turning the knob of the door softly, she entered wit

, how are y

ittle lady, how do you d

your breakfast, I am sure.

irst, have you a

y nice

an't have

dedly

at horrid old man is gone. Oh, I never was so terrified i

been gone an hour or mor

ump and snarl so at folk as he did

t think his health is quite sound, and I have heard that in his early life he met with some terrible disappointments, which have doubtless soured him. He knows nothing of the consolations of religion, or of those divine hopes which would sweeten the bitter fountains of his heart, like the leaves which the prophet threw into Marah's wave. H

" inquired Helen, sweeping back the go

tir up bitterness and strife in a soul which is not moored in the faith and love of God; as it is a good work to keep it, as far as we can, from giving further

er's den, or, better still, it's like Beauty and the Beast, only, instead of an enchanted lover, I ha

ed look?" asked

n tolerably good plight.

bustle of the city, it would be a great annoyance to have company around him: in

all die. Have yo

ght, and answered

manage to get on?" asked Helen, folding

" she replied; "but come, pin your co

y on her knees, and carelessly blessing herself, while she hurri

ep servants

mestic affairs of the house," replied

arse and fat; my hands will become knobby and red; oh,

ng to the young worldling's pride, was strong within her; but she thought of the mild and lowly Virgin, and the humilit

if I

you will

ent down. "What nice antique furniture! how delightful thos

le it is warm," said May, coming in with a smal

e is delicious, and the toast is very nice," sa

t for an hour or so; I have some little matters to attend to down street. You will find a small bamboo

ndeavor to do so!" said H

soon approached a gothic church-a church of the Liguorian Missions, and at the distance of half a square, heard the solemn and heavenly appeals of the organ, rolling in soft aerial billows past her. She quickened her steps, and pushing gently against the massive door, went in. A solemn mass was being offered, and a requiem chanted, for the repose of the soul of a member of the arch-co

ck velvet, in front of the sanctuary and altar, rested a coffin. It was made of pine, and painted white. A few white lilies and evergreens were scattered among the lights which burned around it; and May knew that some young virgin had gone to her espousals in the kingdom of the LAMB. Half of the coffin-lid was turned back, and

ished. A poor mendicant no longer, the King of glory himself ushered you into the unrevealed splendors of that region which mortal eye hath never seen. You have beheld the glorious face of the sacred humanity of Jesus Christ; your eyes have seen the Queen of heaven; and the veiled vision of the Eternal Father has greeted you. Oh, what cheer! Oh, what

, which flowing thence again to its divine source, offered worthy homage to the LAMB. A ray of wintry sunlight stole through a curtained window near the altar, and flickered on the silent face of the dead virgin, as she lay an image of heavenly repose. May felt that it was a type of the brightness which would soon crown her; and while a flood of warm and joyful rapture flowed into her soul, she exulted in the thought that she, too, was a member of the household of faith. It was a profitable time to May; for death was suddenly stripped of its thrilling horrors; its gaunt outlines were softened and brightened, and she thought of him as a tireless and faithful guide, who led souls beyond the

ow do you do? come near

y time of day, and we

ed, and must hurry off, as I have another errand to do. I have brought more of those little zephyr w

sold all that you left with me two weeks ago; and afte

exclaimed Ma

d both wanted the things; but both couldn't have them, and neither would purchase a part; so at last one of

r me, it was more t

them; and she's so rich she don't know what to do with her money. So these w

"but as it was all voluntary on her part, I

or her pride and ostentation, which is the way with all worl

or me. I must run away now. I shall knit up all my worsted this week, s

he's gone. Now, I should like to know what business old Stillinghast's niece has to be doing

will leave Mrs. Tabb to her cogi