My uncle, too--my more than father--oh! Walter, I have sinned, and I suffer." "You are wise, Alice; you have chosen well; you cling to mother, and home, and friends; I have none of these ties; there is not upon earth a being so utterly friendless as I am." "Dear Walter, you have friends, and you can make them; you have wealth, talent, and many gifts from God.

Go forth into the world and use them.

Let your noble heart take courage; and in assisting others and making them happy, you will soon be happy yourself." Walter looked at her with surprise: such words were unlike her, whom he had been accustomed to consider a loving and lovely child.

But a bitter smile passed over his countenance, and in a stern voice he said, "And you, Alice, what are you to do ?" "God alone knows," said Alice, forced into a consideration of her own sorrow, and resting against a lounge near which she had been standing.

She wept bitterly.