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"Very strange that she should!" observed Mrs. Ashton. "I think she's a little cracked sometimes," coughed Val; and, in truth, he now and then did think so. "I hope you have not told Anne?" "I have told no one. And had I not felt sure it had no foundation, I should have told the doctor, not you. But Anne was in the room when Mrs. Graves mentioned it." "What a blessing it would be if Mrs.

Graves' remark had led her to suppose that he was there by his appointment. Mr. Corbin bowed to the young man, and remarked: "I was about to explain to Mrs. Montague that some proofs regarding the identity of Miss Montague have recently come into my possession." "Do you mean to assert that you have proofs that will establish the theory which you advanced to me during your last call here?" Mrs.

One wonders if the time will ever come when men, with their boasted faith in immortality, will lie down as gracefully and as ripe, with such an Indian-summer serenity will shed their bodies, as they do their hair and nails. When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

I will see about that matter personally, by choosing a suitable spot and getting the graves dug, for we shall soon have the darkness upon us.

Marks of Unjust Agency Reflections thereon A Mountain Water-Spout, and Rising of a Torrent The Insane Mother over the Graves of her Family Raymond's Humanity His Rescue from Death. "Friday, *

His mind flashed back at that thought: he remembered the time when he had sought out every nook and cranny of that ancient town of Quebec, and had stood over graves two centuries old, and deep in his soul had envied the dead the lives they had lived.

In long procession they pass us by, with solemn voices telling of their love and hatred, their interests and cares, their work and device; all abandoned now and passed away, as little worth as the dust that blows across their graves. Upon all that was theirs, upon every memorial of them, broods a melancholy dimness and silence. They recede more and more from the associations of the living.

All through the restful summer and late autumn these battered derelicts lie buried, while above their graves the children play and watch the ships go by, or stretch themselves at length, their eyes on the circling gulls. With the coming of the autumn all this is changed.

Despondency; till one summer afternoon the old man fell asleep in his chair to waken where old men are for ever young. And in a day or two there were two new graves side by side in the old churchyard. Even death could not divide this old father and his trusty child. And so when the time was come for them to depart, they went down together to the brink of the river. The last words of Mr.

And Professor Clark further complicates the problem before us by declaring that, "Physicians have hurried thousands to their graves who would have recovered if left to Nature." And again: "In scarlet fever you have nothing to do but to rely on the vis medicatrix naturae." Says Professor Gross: "Of the essence of disease very little is known; indeed, nothing at all."