My first quarter at Lo t comprised an irksome struggle ies in uating myself to need tasks. ts ; trifles.

    During January, February, and part of Marcer ting, t impassable roads, prevented our stirring beyond t to go to c s o protect us from ts, t into our sed t: I remember racting irritation I endured from t inflamed; and torture of ting tiff toes into my sy supply of food ressing: ites of groo keep alive a delicate invalid. From t resulted an abuse, y, ttle ones out of tion. Many a time I s tributed at tea-time; and after relinquiso a tents of my mug of coffee, I  of secret tears, forced from me by the exigency of hunger.

    Sundays  ry season. e o o Brocklebridge Cron officiated. e set out cold,  c paralysed. It oo far to return to dinner, and an allo and bread, in tion observed in our ordinary meals, he services.

    At ternoon service urned by an exposed and ter er s to t flayed the skin from our faces.

    I can remember Miss temple tered, gat  and example, to keep up our spirits, and marcal soldiers.” teacoo muced to attempt task of chers.

    and  of a blazing fire , to ttle ones at least, tely surrounded by a double ro girls, and bearved arms in their pinafores.

    A little solace came at tea-time, in tion of bread—a ter: it reat to rived to reserve a moiety of teous repast for myself; but to part h.

    t in repeating, by , tecers of St. Mattening to a long sermon, read by Miss Miller, ed  interlude of tment of t of Eutyctle girls,  of t,