This morning, in the course of conversation, I said,-- "You have a good son, M.Letourneur.I have just been talking to him.

He is a most intelligent young man." "Yes, Mr.Kazallon," replied M.Letourneur, brightening up into a smile, "his afflicted frame contains a noble mind.

He is like his mother, who died at his birth." "He is full of reverence and love for you, sir," I remarked.
"Dear boy!" muttered the father half to himself.

"Ah, Mr.Kazallon," he continued, "you do not know what it is to a father to have a son a cripple, beyond hope of cure." "M.

Letourneur," I answered, "you take more than your share of the affliction which has fallen upon you and your son.