"You must let me come, and not mind me; for I know all about it.

I lost the dearest little baby once; and I have never forgotten it.

There! there, darling!" she said, as the little woman broke into sobs in her arms.

"Yes, yes; do cry! it will do your little heart good." There are people who, wherever they move, freeze the hearts of those they touch, and chill all demonstration of feeling; and there are warm natures, that unlock every fountain, and bid every feeling gush forth.
The reader has seen these two types in this story.
"Wife," said Mr.Van Astrachan, coming to Mrs.V.confidentially a day or two after, "I wonder if you remember any of your French.

What is a _liaison_ ?" "Really, dear," said Mrs.Van Astrachan, whose reading of late years had been mostly confined to such memoirs as that of Mrs.Isabella Graham, Doddridge's "Rise and Progress," and Baxter's "Saint's Rest," "it's a great while since I read any French.