Well, well, we must turn our faces forward, Mr.Timmins; it is no use dwelling on the dreadful irremediable past.

The morning's post?
Is that it ?" Mr.Timmins ventured sympathy.
"You look terribly worn out, sir," he said.

"Wouldn't it be wiser to leave it till to-morrow?
A good night's rest, you know, sir, if you'll excuse my mentioning it." "No, no, Mr.Timmins, we must get to work again, we must get to work." Nature, inspired by the spirit and instinct of life, is wonderfully recuperative.

Whether earthquake or famine, fire or pestilence has blotted out a thousand lives, those who are left, like ants when their house is disturbed, waste but little time after the damage has been done in vain lamentations, but, slaves to the force of life, begin almost instantly to rebuild and reconstruct.

And what is true of the community is true also of the individual, and thus in three days from this dreadful morning of the inquest, Mr.Taynton, after attending the funeral of the murdered man, was very actively employed, since the branch of the firm in London, deprived of its head, required supervision from him.