Harper's weekly . was at eight oclock on 1 and when we got frea of (ho crowd I asked tearful luck on me, as much as to any, conyou ask ; so 1 shook her hand, and departed ; i lumrmyea-and I found ared at me, and thenturned his , while I entered; but we nei-ther of us spoke. Bessie knelt by her mother, bathing her withered band in contrite tears,and Mtinro commenced a d-spentc rattlingof knives and forks, while his wife looked upwith a face of grateful gladness. I could formno words befitting so lender a scene, so tooktip the Bible and read the parable of the prod-igal son. They boie
Harper's weekly . was at eight oclock on 1 and when we got frea of (ho crowd I asked tearful luck on me, as much as to any, conyou ask ; so 1 shook her hand, and departed ; i lumrmyea-and I found ared at me, and thenturned his , while I entered; but we nei-ther of us spoke. Bessie knelt by her mother, bathing her withered band in contrite tears,and Mtinro commenced a d-spentc rattlingof knives and forks, while his wife looked upwith a face of grateful gladness. I could formno words befitting so lender a scene, so tooktip the Bible and read the parable of the prod-igal son. They boie it with firmness until Ireadied the : Bring hither the fai-led calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and bemerry ; for this my son was dead and is fatted calf; but mothers 1. .1 Ml „( I with her here to a feast fit h <?..? 1-M not . ictli. i ;, that her fa- w.„ st shelt r, nor did she again th-ii,;. ior. But this hus- him mv suspicion rrect; lis 11 aa a vill in, and at the tune. as there, and it was a shrewdId detect tin- difference betweene and that which was every day Abel looked at them carefully, and leer-ed and glared upon them as if they hadbeen windows through which he saw some-and unbroken ease, andslave who loved hira to miuis-every a pretty panic, he said, half He sat there sleeping until the pray ofmorning. Kitty Dunham, coming into iheroom ready dressed for a journey, foundhim there. She was frightened ; for helooked ns if he were dead. Going up tohim she shook him, and lie awoke hea\ilv. ?What theh—sthe matter? said he,as he opened his sleepy eves. Why, its time to go. To go where? To be happy, she said, standing pas-sively and looking in his face. Me roused himself, and said:Well, Im all ready. Ive only to stop tangled, his eyes were ST. BARTHOLOMEW. Tis the dead of the night, and the cityLies silent and dark as the tomb; While the murmuring waters of SeineRush on through the mist aud the gloom. All is still, not a sound t
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