You do not know how good she is! Why, John, the soul of a good woman is clear and transparent, like a deep, clear lake; and in it one sees such beautiful things.

When my Frances speaks to a little child there comes into her voice a beautiful tenderness--a ring of such clear music, that I say to myself it is more like the voice of an angel than of a woman; it is just the same when she speaks to any one in sorrow or sickness.
The strange thing to me is this: that though she is so good herself, so pure and innocent, she has such profound compassion for the fallen and the miserable.

At Vale Royal, only a few months ago, there was one of those unfortunate cases.

A poor servant-girl--a very pretty and nice girl, too, she was--was turned out of her mistress' house in the cold of a winter's night; her boxes and wages were put in the street, and she was told to go to the work-house.

She almost went mad with despair and shame.