And one day she came home with her husband; she had been married the day before, and she told me they had very little money, and her husband was a scholar and a gentleman, and wanted to get work by writing.

He got some, but not enough, and they were always in a poor way, until one day he got a letter from America--it was while the Civil War was raging--from an old Oxford friend, inviting him to emigrate and try fortune as a journalist out there.

He went, and his wife was to join him.

But she died, my dear; your mother died, and a year later I had your father's last letter, which I am now going to read to you." "One moment, sir," said Arnold.

"Before you open the safe and take out the papers, remember that Iris and I can take nothing--nothing at all for ourselves until all your troubles are tided over." "Children--children," cried Mr.Emblem.
"Go, my son, to the Desert," observed the Sage, standing solemnly upright like a Prophet of Israel.