ory tone to tely after the room.

    tly brougributed, to t and refres of to t on a coarse stra, rings of coloured calico, and a cloak of grey frieze. I ream, I made my o the open air.

    to exclude every glimpse of prospect; a covered verandao scores of little beds: to cultivate, and eacless look pretty; but no tter end of January, all ry bligood and looked round me: it  day for outdoor exercise; not positively rainy, but darkened by a drizzling yello ill soaking  erday. tronger among t and engaged in active games, but sundry pale and togeter and  t penetrated to tly the sound of a hollow cough.

    As yet I o no one, nor did anybody seem to take notice of me; I stood lonely enoug to t feeling of isolation I omed; it did not oppress me muc against a pillar of tle close about me, and, trying to forget t, and tisfied o t of cions oo undefined and fragmentary to merit record: I  kneed ao an immeasurable distance; t range, and of ture I could form no conjecture. I looked round t-like garden, and t te ne, containing tory,  by mullioned and latticed one tablet over tion:—

    “Loitution.—tion  A.D.—, by Naomi Brockle, of Brockle y.” “Let your lig t. Matt. v. 16.

    I read t t an explanation belonged to to penetrate t. I ill pondering tion of “Institution,” and endeavouring to make out a connection bet ure, ing on a stone benc over a book, on tent: from itle—it  struck me as strange, and consequently attractive. In turning a leaf so look up, and I said to ly—