pany any other friend; but with this notable difference, that it is only the outward things in which one can accompany another; whilst, in accompanying one's past self, all the feelings and emotions of the then heart, all the sorrows or brightness of the then spirits, rise up into life once more, and become, for the moment, one's own again.

I see that little barber standing in his doorway as distinctly, now that I am talking of him, as if I were still talking to him; and the merriment he caused me, flashes up again once more, as if there had not been since, mountains of trouble, and rivers of tears to crush and extinguish it.

I was at that time so very high-spirited, that the merest nothing would send me off into fits of laughter. I don't think that up to that time I could ever have been said to really think of anything; though I was always fond of reading, of poetry, of music, of the beautiful of all kinds! But as to feeling, I was like a dog, or a cat, or a robin, or wren, or anything that just feels what it feels at the minute, and forgets it the next; and being full of life and spirits, mirth and merriment had formed the main part of my

waking existence. I don't often feel inclined to laugh now, but I thank God from my heart for the cheerful spirit He still gives me; and am glad always to sympathise with every burst I hear come from hearts as yet unsubdued by trouble.

Well! after losing sight of my animated, but tender-hearted barber, I followed the servant along the gloomy passage. My thoughts had been a little distracted by my colloquy at the door, from the anxious anticipations which had, for days before, occupied them; but now again they rushed upon me with that force which every one with strong feelings has probably felt, but of which to others it is vain to speak; and when I got to the door, which was as the veil which divided the imaginary from the real, my heart literally ceased to beat.

It seems all very foolish now, but imagination has wondrous effect, and there is but one power that I know of, that can control its exciting force. Of that power I knew nothing then!

pany any other friend; but with this notable difference, that it is only the outward things in which one can accompany another; whilst, in accompanying one's past self, all the feelings and emotions of the then heart, all the sorrows or brightness of the then spirits, rise up into life once more, and become, for the moment, one's own again.

I see that little barber standing in his doorway as distinctly, now that I am talking of him, as if I were still talking to him; and the merriment he caused me, flashes up again once more, as if there had not been since, mountains of trouble, and rivers of tears to crush and extinguish it.

I was at that time so very high-spirited, that the merest nothing would send me off into fits of laughter. I don't think that up to that time I could ever have been said to really think of anything; though I was always fond of reading, of poetry, of music, of the beautiful of all kinds! But as to feeling, I was like a dog, or a cat, or a robin, or wren, or anything that just feels what it feels at the minute, and forgets it the next; and being full of life and spirits, mirth and merriment had formed the main part of my

waking existence. I don't often feel inclined to laugh now, but I thank God from my heart for the cheerful spirit He still gives me; and am glad always to sympathise with every burst I hear come from hearts as yet unsubdued by trouble.

Well! after losing sight of my animated, but tender-hearted barber, I followed the servant along the gloomy passage. My thoughts had been a little distracted by my colloquy at the door, from the anxious anticipations which had, for days before, occupied them; but now again they rushed upon me with that force which every one with strong feelings has probably felt, but of which to others it is vain to speak; and when I got to the door, which was as the veil which divided the imaginary from the real, my heart literally ceased to beat.

It seems all very foolish now, but imagination has wondrous effect, and there is but one power that I know of, that can control its exciting force. Of that power I knew nothing then!

pany any other friend; but with this notable difference, that it is only the outward things in which one can accompany another; whilst, in accompanying one's past self, all the feelings. and emotions of the then heart, all the sorrows or brightness of the then spirits, rise up into life once more, and become, for the moment, one's own again.

I see that little barber standing in his doorway as distinctly, now that I am talking of him, as if I were still talking to him; and the merriment he caused me, flashes up again once more, as if there had not been since, mountains of trouble, and rivers of tears to crush and extinguish it.

I was at that time so very high-spirited, that the merest nothing would send me off into fits of laughter. I don't think that up to that time I could ever have been said to really think of anything; though I was always fond of reading, of poetry, of music, of the beautiful of all kinds! But as to feeling, I was like a dog, or a cat, or a robin, or wren, or anything that just feels what it feels at the minute, and forgets it the next; and being full of life and spirits, mirth and merriment had formed the main part of my