I needed a desperate remedy, and it is administered." As Florence concluded she leaned heavily against a tree, and raised her eyes to the jeweled vault above.

Just then a dense black cloud, which had floated up from the west, passed directly over the moon, obscuring the silvery rays.

She pointed to it, and said, in a low, mournful voice--"How typical of my life and heart; shut out from joy and hope in one brief hour, unlike it ever to be brightened again." "Oh! Florry, dear Florry! turn to God for comfort and succor in this hour of need.

He will enable you to bear this trial, and go steadily on in the path of duty." "Mary, I have no incitement to exertion; nothing to anticipate.

My future is blank and dreary.