est evils that can assail us. Without patience, philosophy would never have made those wonderful discoveries that subjugate nature to our yoke."
"Fetch me some water," exclaimed Edric, "or he will expire before your eyes."
"It appears to me," said a labourer, who had been mending a steam digging-machine in a neighbouring field, and who now stood leaning upon his work, and looking on gravely at all that passed, without attempting to offer the least assistance;—"It appears to me that it would be highly improper to administer the aqueous fluid in its natural state of frigidity, under the existing circumstances. The present suspension of animation under which Sir Ambrose labours, is evidently occasioned by want of circulation. Now, as it is the property of hot liquors, rather than cold ones, to supply the stimulant necessary for the reproduction of circulation, I opine that hot water would answer the purpose better than cold."
In the mean time Father Morris had brought some water from a neighbouring fountain, and
