If I can induce this poor woman to part with her child, I will send it thither." Just then, their attention was arrested by the sudden opening of a casement, and a middle-aged woman, wringing her hands, cried, with a look of unutterable anguish and despair--"Pray for us, good people! pray for us!" "We _do_ pray for you, my poor soul!" rejoined Hodges, "as well as for all who are similarly afflicted.

What sick have you within ?" "There were ten yesterday," replied the woman.

"Two have died in the night--my husband and my eldest son--and there are eight others whose recovery is hopeless.

Pray for us! As you hope to be spared yourselves, pray for us!" And, with a lamentable cry, she closed the casement.
Familiarized as all who heard her were with spectacles of horror and tales of woe, they could not listen to this sad recital, nor look upon her distracted countenance, without the deepest commiseration.

Other sights had previously affected them, but not in the same degree.