For the rest, my dear boy, I have only to request that you will be frank, and I, in my turn, will promise that when I cannot assist, I will never reprove.

And now, Clarence, as the hour is late and you leave us early tomorrow, I will no longer detain you.

God bless you and keep you.

You are going to enjoy life,--I to anticipate death; so that you can find in me little congenial to yourself; but as the good Pope said to our Protestant countryman, 'Whatever the difference between us, I know well that an old man's blessing is never without its value.'" As Clarence clasped his benefactor's hand, the tears gushed from his eyes.

Is there one being, stubborn as the rock to misfortune, whom kindness does not affect?
For my part, kindness seems to me to come with a double grace and tenderness from the old; it seems in them the hoarded and long purified benevolence of years; as if it had survived and conquered the baseness and selfishness of the ordeal it had passed; as if the winds, which had broken the form, had swept in vain across the heart, and the frosts which had chilled the blood and whitened the thin locks had possessed no power over the warm tide of the affections.