"Make me the partner of your grief, dear," she said; "not that you can tell me anything I have not guessed already; but, dearest, it will do you good to open your heart; and, who knows, I may assist you.

I know my sex much better than you do." Henry kissed her sadly, and said it was too late now.

"It is all over.
She is going to marry another man." "Has she told you so ?" "Not in words; but I have seen it.

She has burned it into my heart." "I wish I knew her," said Mrs.Little, very earnestly, and almost in a whisper.
"Some day, mother, some day; but not now.

Oh, the tortures one heart can suffer, and yet not break." Mrs.Little sighed.