"We ought to be grateful for God's blessings, even if He suffers us to retain them but a short time.

And Ida has been a blessing to us all, I am sure.

The memory of that can't be taken from us, Martha.

There's some lines I came across in the paper to-night that express just what I've been sayin'.

Let me find them." The cooper put on his spectacles, and hunted slowly down the columns of the daily paper till he came to these beautiful lines of Tennyson, which he read aloud: "'I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.'" "There, wife," he said, as he laid down the paper; "I don't know who writ them lines, but I'm sure it's some one that's met with a great sorrow and conquered it." "They are beautiful," said his wife, after a pause; "and I dare say you're right, Timothy; but I hope we mayn't have to learn the truth of them by experience.