er from t

hat was very charming. The two ladies became easily intimately acquainted with her. Her whole soul was devoted to her mother, and the hope that Dr. Jones had inspired shone from her eyes.

ing genius of the kitchen, and he and the half-bree

d in this place, Mrs. B

ee years,"

found it a very mo

n up by them that time did not hang heavily upon our hands. I really believe

I shall never be discontented again in Constance H

his infinite mercy, has sent us help directly from the skies; for I must say that last night, as I lay the first time for many weary months free from pain and awful burning and restlessness,

ried her face in her lap, weeping as she had never done in her life. At

of the four women, "what sort of business is this? You ought to all be

him, "you do not understand. We are rejoicing, a

d all glory. He has sent me, a poor weak mortal, simply as a messenger to administer

softly and reverentl

in a myst

ders to

is footstep

s upon t

unfathom

r faili

s up his br

his sove

aints, fresh

s ye so m

h mercy, an

ngs on yo

out and see the chariot in which the

the setting sun. How proudly and serenely it rode above their heads as if conscious of its own unparalleled beauty, and its blessed mi

d deliverance to me in so glorious and majestic a ship of the skies! I am

ded the listen

tired and ready to sit about the generous fire; for even

t you came to settle away up in this ba

ng, Mrs. Barton, named at that time Miss Constance Schmidt, the daughter of a Moravian missionary, visited the hospital frequently as an angel of mercy. So far as I was concerned it was a case of love at first sight. She nursed me back to health; and, with the usual ingratitude of man, I married her for her pains. I then gave up the sea after a trip or two, and settled in Montreal. But I could not get used to, no

winters very long and te

the thermometer runs from thirty to fifty degrees below zero;

to pass the ti

he chores about the place, trade goods for furs to the hunters and Esquimaux. Our evenings are passed in reading, one often reading

et's have a musical soiree t

n was enthusias

d get the organ. Will you go

din's palace," said Mr. Barton. "Y

young Bartons were wildly enthusi

in time for a splendid supper prepared by the skillful Celestial, Sing. All that the larders of both Constance House and the globe a

received with great applause by the audience. Then solos, duets, trios, quartettes, choruses, etc., were sung, and it is not probable that the Barton family ever spent so delightful an evening in their lives. And let us just contemplate the scene for a moment. How happy, joyous, and innocent they were, just as God intended his children to be. Two days before, this lovely family had been in the depths of despair, day by day watching a beloved wife and mother dying by inches of a painful, lingering, loathsome disease. Not a sound of music had been heard in the house for man

oms. Barton would not hear to anything else than that they should descend in the morning fo