So far as it has gone it is perfect, if I may speak from the witness of happiness in those concerned, except perhaps Mrs. Thrall; she is as yet only partially reconstructed, but even she has moments of forgetting her lost grandeur and of really enjoying herself in her work.

This would please some people, he knew, particularly emigrants; but nothing would be so hateful to the people of this country, or any other where there existed the least love of freedom, nor could anything be more destructive to the tranquillity and happiness of Europe.

The second Mme. Ingres, although thirty years his junior, gave him, his biographer tells us, "that domestic peace and happiness of which for a brief space he had been deprived." Heaped with honours, named by Napoleon III. Grand Officer of the Legion of Honour, Senator, Member of the Institut, Ingres died in 1869.

"'And all this happiness, dear father, he would say, 'came from our being religious; for all the ways of religion are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

The women of the different churches made his clothes, as they did their husbands' and brothers. you see only better! It came into my head that that would be the divinest happiness that I could know to sew for you!

But that transgressor was never yet found, who could point to a single wicked act in his life, the remembrance of which ever imparted one solitary gleam of joy to his heart. They may fancy there is happiness in sin; but here is the deception.

These preparations were in an advanced stage of progress, and his daughter Amy had come back with her work, when Clennam presented himself; whom he most graciously received, and besought to join their meal. 'Amy, my love, you know Mr Clennam even better than I have the happiness of doing.

"My dear, if you value your happiness, you will tell him so. Remember that he is going away in a day or two." "How can I tell him?" Millicent cried with burning face. "I only I mean you tricked me into telling you." "It shouldn't be difficult to give him a tactful hint, and that wouldn't be a remarkably unusual course," Mrs. Keith rejoined with amusement.

For some moments Zita could not reply in her silent sadness at seeing the joy of Locke with this girl. "I I forgive you?" she murmured, at length. "It is for you to forgive me." She paused a moment and choked back a sob; then added, bravely, "I I can even wish for your happiness, my dear; my hope is dead."

But at the same time you may rely upon it that none of them will ever submit to the loss of those privileges, of those precious rights which are essential to the happiness of every free State, and without which liberty, property, life itself, are devoid of any security." Jefferson to Mr. Randolph.