It is a rare type of love, the best the world knows; but the men and the women whose hearts are capable of it are often thought not to be of a loving nature.

The cheaper and less lasting types of love are so much louder of voice and readier of phrase, as in cloths cheap fabrics, poor to wear, are often found printed in gay colors and big patterns.
The day before they left home, Mercy, becoming alarmed by a longer interval than usual without any sound from the garret, where her mother was still at work over her fantastic collections of old odds and ends, ran up to see what it meant.
Mrs.Carr was on her knees before a barrel, which had held rags and papers.

The rags and papers were spread around her on the floor.

She had leaned her head on the barrel, and was crying bitterly.
"Mother! mother! what is the matter ?" exclaimed Mercy, really alarmed; for she had very few times in her life seen her mother cry.

Without speaking, Mrs.Carr held up a little piece of carved ivory.