And even when somebody came at last, so far from being my guardian, it was only a poor old clerk, who said, "Hush, miss!" and then prayed that the will of the Lord might be done.

"Couldn't you see the half-shutters up ?" he continued, rather roughly.

"'Tis a bad job for many a poor man to-day.

And it seems no more than yesterday I was carrying him about!" "Do you mean Mr.Shovelin ?" I asked.

"Is he poorly?
Has any thing happened?
I can wait, or come again." "The Lord has taken him to the mansions of the just, from his private address at Sydenham Hill.