Oh, I Can't Describe My

I Could Wish There Were A God, If It Were Only To Ask Him To Bless Thee.

Oh Yes!' And Suddenly The Wintry Frost-bound Look Of Care Had Left Mr. Thornton's Face, As If Some Soft Summer Gale Had Blown All Anxiety Away From His Mind; And, Though His Mouth Was As Much Compressed As Before, His Eyes Smiled Out Benignly On His Questioner.

A Man Is So In The Way In The House.

Were All Men Equal To-night, Some Would Get The Start By Rising An Hour Earlier To-morrow.

Those Who Are Happy And Successful Themselves Are Too Apt To Make Light Of The Misfortunes Of Others.