Then, would he press his hands across his eyes and wonder why they pained him so; and when the candles were lighted, what was the reason that they burned so dimly, like the moon in a foggy night?
Poor little fellow! So far as his eyes were concerned he was already an old man, and needed a pair of spectacles almost as much as his own grandfather did.
And now, alas! the time was come when even grandfather's spectacles could not have assisted Edward to read.

After a few bitter tears, which only pained his eyes the more, the poor boy submitted to the surgeon's orders.

His eyes were bandaged, and, with his mother on one side and his little friend Emily on the other, he was led into a darkened chamber.
"Mother, I shall be very miserable!" said Edward, sobbing.
"O no, my dear child!" replied his mother, cheerfully.

"Your eyesight was a precious gift of Heaven, it is true; but you would do wrong to be miserable for its loss, even if there were no hope of regaining it.
There are other enjoyments besides what come to us through our eyes." "None that are worth having," said Edward.
"Ah, but you will not think so long," rejoined Mrs.Temple, with tenderness.

"All of us--your father, and myself, and George, and our sweet Emily--will try to find occupation and amusement for you.