She told me it was my place to write you what ought to be said under these trying circumstances, for we are sure you have remained in Philadelphia to see Miss Ercildoune.

At first I said I would, and then my heart failed me.

I was sure, too, that she could write, as she always does, much better than I; so I begged her to say all that was necessary, and I would send her this note to enclose with her letter.

Read it, I entreat you, and then hasten, I pray you, hasten to us at once.
"Take care of your arm, do not hurt yourself by any excitement; and, with dear love from your father, which he would send did he know I was writing, believe me always your devoted "MOTHER." * * * * * "'Trying circumstances!'-- 'Miss Ercildoune!'-- what does it mean ?" he cried, bewildered.

"Come, let us see." The letter which he now opened was an old and much-fingered one, written--as he saw at the first glance--by his aunt to his mother.