Take my word for it, your troubles are over." "I hope they are, Sir," answered Mrs.Sheppard, with a faint smile and a doubtful shake of the head, as Wood drew her to a seat beside him, "for I've had my full share of misery.

But I don't look for peace on this side the grave." "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope.

Never be down-hearted.

Besides," added he, opening the shawl in which the infant was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this to comfort you.

Lord help him! he's the very image of his father.
Like carpenter, like chips." "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering.