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WOMAN'S TRIALS.

A LESSON OF PATIENCE.





I WAS very unhappy, from a variety of causes, definable and
undefinable. My chambermaid had been cross for a week, and, by
talking to my cook, had made her dissatisfied with her place. The
mother of five little children, I felt that I had a weight of care
and responsibility greater than I could support. I was unequal to
the task. My spirits fell under its bare contemplation. Then I had
been disappointed in a seamstress, and my children were, as the
saying is, "in rags." While brooding over these and other
disheartening circumstances, Netty, my chambermaid, opened the door
of the room where I was sitting, (it was Monday morning,) and said--

"Harriet has just sent word that she is sick, and can't come
to-day."