The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the creepers that clung round the window were in bright green leaf. My poor enfeebled frame was gaining strength, and all seemed bright, happy and peaceful. My fond and loving mother's face was bright with joy; she thought not of the troubled and weary nights and days of watching that she had passed through; she thought not of the fatigue that had left its mark in care-worn lines on that thoughtful loving face. And then, to add to my enjoyment, there were the brothers, sisters, and the friends that came with their kind and loving congratulations, who brought lovely innocent flowers,—the emblems of that purity and beauty that we should live to attain.
Afterwards there came the days of convalescence. I was well wrapped up, carried into the garden, and placed in a low chair. Ah! what a pleasure was this, what enjoyment was there here, for one who had been snatched from the grave's very brink, and restored by a merciful and kind providence, to life, health
