"That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all, are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain;
That weary deserts we may tread, A dreary labyrinth may thread. Thro' dark ways underground be led;
Yet, if we will one Guide obey, The dreariest path, the darkest way Shall issue out in heavenly day;
And we, on divers shores now cast, Shall meet, our perilous voyage past, All in our Father's house at last!" R. C. TRENCH.
Margaret flew up stairs as soon as their visitors were gone, and put on her bonnet and shawl, to run and inquire how Betsy Higgins was, and sit with her as long as she could before dinner. As she went along the crowded narrow streets, she felt how much of interest they had gained by the simple fact of her having learnt to care for a dweller in them.

Margaret flew upstairs as soon as the visitors were gone, and put on her bonnet and shawl, to go and sit with Bessy Higgins before dinner. As she went along the crowded narrow streets, she felt how much more interesting they seemed now that she cared for a dweller in them.
