These instructions, which forbid him to exercise his profession for the next six months at least, are, in our case, very hard to follow.

They will but too probably sentence us to poverty, perhaps to actual want; but they must be borne resignedly, and even thankfully, seeing that my husband's forced cessation from work will save him from the dreadful affliction of loss of sight.

I think I can answer for my own cheerfulness and endurance, now that we know the worst.

Can I answer for our children also?
Surely I can, when there are only two of them.

It is a sad confession to make, but now, for the first time since my marriage, I feel thankful that we have no more.
17th .-- A dread came over me last night, after I had comforted William as well as I could about the future, and had heard him fall off to sleep, that the doctor had not told us the worst.