CHAPTER XVIII.
"Come, child of misfortune, come hither! I'll weep with thee, tear for tear." -- TOM MOORE.
The weaver's wife spoke very feelingly of the young governess who had been so good to the family.

Her voice trembled with emotion as she told of her kindnesses, which had so won the hearts of the poor folk thereabouts, that whenever they hear her name now, their tongues leap at once into heart-warm praise of her.

It seems to have been her daily pleasure to go about helping those who needed help most, without any narrowness of distinction; in the spirit of that "prime wisdom" which works with all its might among such elements as lie nearest to the hand.

Children and gray-haired working men crowded into the poor cottages to hear her read, and to learn the first elements of education at her free classes.

She left the town, some time ago, to live in the south of England; but the blessings of many who were ready to perish in Wigan will follow her all her days, and her memory will long remain a garden of good thoughts and feelings to those she has left behind.