YOU need not blush to tell him all.

I have no right.

Then you will give him his poor Josephine's boy, and you will say to him, 'She never loved but you: she gives you all that is left of her, her child.

She only prays you not to give him a bad mother.'" Poor soul! this was her one bit of little, gentle jealousy; but it made her eyes stream.

She would have put out her hand from the tomb to keep her boy's father single all his life.
"Oh! my Josephine, my darling sister," cried Rose, "why do you speak of death?
Do you meditate a crime ?" "No; but it was on my heart to say it: it has done me good." "At least, take me to your bosom, my well-beloved, that I may not SEE your tears." "There--tears?
No, you have lightened my heart.