melancholy epigram on family favoritism and human frailty. Gold
gilds even the lineaments and haunts of Death, making Pere la Chaise
a favored spot for fetes champetres; while poverty hangs neither
veil nor mask over the grinning ghoul, and flees, superstition-
spurred, from the hideous precincts.

In one corner of the inclosure, where Edna's parents slept, she
found the new mounds that covered the remains of those who had
nurtured and guarded her young life; and on an unpainted board was
written in large letters:

"To the memory of Aaron Hunt: an honest blacksmith, and true
Christian; aged sixty-eight years and six months."

Here, with her head on her grandfather's grave, and the faithful dog
crouched at her feet, lay the orphan, wrestling with grief and
loneliness, striving to face a future that loomed before her
spectre-thronged; and here Mr. Wood found her when anxiety at her
long absence induced his wife to search for the missing invalid. The
storm of sobs and tears had spent itself, fortitude took the measure
of the burden imposed, shouldered the galling weight, and
henceforth, with undimmed vision, walked steadily to the appointed
goal. The miller was surprised to find her so calm, and as they went
homeward she asked the particulars of all that had occurred, and
thanked him gravely but cordially for the kind care bestowed upon
her, and for the last friendly offices performed for her
grandfather.

Conscious of her complete helplessness and physical prostration, she
ventured no allusion to the future, but waited patiently until