CHAPTER TWENTY-SECOND.
"Calm me, my God, and keep me calm While these hot breezes blow; Be like the night-dew's cooling balm Upon earth's fevered brow." -- H.

BONAR.
"Fear not; I will help thee." -- ISAIAH xiii.

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"Dear old auntie! to think how hard at work for her country she is, while I sit idle here," sighed Elsie, closing the letter after reading it aloud to the assembled family.

"Mamma, papa, Edward, is there nothing we can do ?" "We can do just what they are doing," replied Rose with energy, "I wonder I had not thought of it before; shirts, stockings, lint, bandages, we can prepare them all; and send with them such fruits and delicacies as will carry from this far-off place.

What say you, gentlemen ?" "I think you can," was the simultaneous reply; Mr.Travilla adding, "and we can help with the lint, and by running the sewing-machines.