But I look at things also from a motherly point of view, because I have suffered such sad trials.

Three dear ones in the churchyard, and the dearest of all--the Almighty only knows where he is.
Sometimes it is more than I can bear, to live on in this dark and most dreadful uncertainty.

My medical man has forbidden me to speak of it.
But how can he know what it is to be a mother?
But hush! Or darling Faith may hear me.

Sometimes I lose all self-command." Mrs.Twemlow's eyes were in need of wiping, and stout Mrs.Stubbard's in the same condition.

"How I wish I could help you," said the latter, softly: "is there anything in the world that I can do ?" "No, my dear friend; I wish there was, for I'm sure that it would be a pleasure to you.