'Well,' said he, with a melancholy gravity, 'I'll try it; but I fear it won't answer.' Poor Charley! what a friend you have been to him, Harry!' 'A friend!' said Mrs.Woodward, who was still true to her adoration of Norman.

'Indeed he has been a friend--a friend to us all.

Who is there like him ?' Gertrude could have found it in her heart to go back to the subject of old days, and tell her mother that there was somebody much better even than Harry Norman.

But the present was hardly a time for such an assertion of her own peculiar opinion.
'Yes, Harry,' she said, 'we have all much, too much, to thank you for.

I have to thank you on his account.' 'Oh no,' said he, ungraciously; 'there is nothing to thank me for,--not on his account.