And there, too, stood her cousin, with the soft blue eyes and golden curls of her girlhood; and she fancied she heard, once again, the clear, sweet voice, and felt the fond twining of her arms about her.

Long forgotten circumstances in primitive freshness rushed upon her mind, and unable to bear the sad associations which crowded up, Florence turned away from the instrument, and seating herself on the sofa, gave vent to an uncontrollable burst of sorrow-- "Oh! what a luxury it is to weep, And find in tears a sad relief!" And calmly Florence wept, not bitterly, for she had had much of sorrow to bear, and schooled her heart to meet grief and sadness.

Yet it was hard to come back to her cherished home and miss from her side the gentle playmate of her youth, the parent she had almost idolized, and feel that she had left them in far distant resting-places.

She heard her husband's step along the hall, and saw him enter--she strove to repress her tears and seem happy, but the quivering lips refused to smile.

He sat down, and drawing his arm around her, pressed her face to his bosom, and tenderly said: "My mother had much to say, after my long absence, and I could not leave her till this moment My own heart told me that you suffered, and I longed to come to you and sympathize and cheer." "Do not think me weak, Mr.Stewart, because you find me weeping.