trials, and sorrows?"

"Through faith and patience," was the smiling answer. "Faith in God
and the right, and patience to wait."

"But all has gone wrong with you, and kept wrong. The friend who
robbed you of an estate holds and enjoys it still; while you are in
poverty. He is eating your children's bread."

"Do you envy his enjoyment?" asked the old man.

Mr. Fanshaw shook his head, and answered with an emphasis--"No!"

"I am happier than he is," said the old man. "And as for his eating
my children's bread, that is a mistake. His bread is bitter, but
theirs is sweet." He reached for a letter that lay on a table near
him, and opening it, said--"This is from my son in the West. He
writes:--'Dear Father--All is going well with me. I enclose you
fifty dollars. In a month I am to be married, and it is all arranged
that dear Alice and I shall go East just to see you, and take you
back home with us. How nice and comfortable we will make you! And
you shall never leave us!'"

The old man's voice broke down on the last sentence, and his eyes
filled with tears. But he soon recovered himself, saying--

"Before I lost my property, this son was an idler, and in such
danger that through fear of his being led astray, I was often in
great distress of mind. Necessity forced him into useful employment;
and you see the result. I lost some money, but saved my son. Am I