often make me sad, but religion, never.

"'Oft I walk beneath the cloud,
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud;
But when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light.'"




CHAPTER SECOND


"Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme,
Yet still thou art a dove."
--BEAUMONT'S _Double Marriage._


"When forced to part from those we love,
Though sure to meet to-morrow;
We yet a kind of anguish prove
And feel a touch of sorrow.
But oh! what words can paint the fears
When from these friends we sever,
Perhaps to part for months--for years--
Perhaps to part forever."
--ANON.


When Miss Allison had gone, and Elsie found herself once more