A SOFT BREEZE IN A SULTRY PLACE
. "That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all, are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain ; That weary deserts we may tread, A dreary labyrinth may thread, Thro' dark ways underground be led ; Yet, if we will one Guide obey, The dreariest path, the darkest way Shall issue out in heavenly day ; And we, on divers shores now east. Shall meet, our perilous voyage past. All in our Father's house at last ! " R. C. Trench.
Margaret flew up stairs as soon as their visitors were gone, and put on her honnet and shawl, to run and inquire how Betsy Higgins was, and sit with her as long as she could before dinner. As she went along the crowded narrow streets, she felt how much of interest they had gained by the simple fact of her having learnt to care for a dweller in them. Mary Higgins, the slatternly younger sister, had^ endeavoured as well as she could to tidy up the house for the expected visit. There had been rough-stoning done in the middle of the floor, while