peared a disciplined and subdued cer.

    But destiny, in temple: I saep into a post-cly after tc ts broired to my o in solitude test part of ted in he occasion.

    I  t of time. I imagined myself only to be regretting my loss, and to repair it; but  ternoon  in terval I ransforming process; t my mind  off all it emple—or rat saken mospy—and t no in my natural element, and beginning to feel tirring of old emotions. It did not seem as if a prop  rative   to be tranquil ranquillity ems; no t a varied field of ions and excitements, aed to go forto its expanse, to seek real kno its perils.

    I  to my , and looked out. ts of Los to rest on t remote, t o surmount; all s. I traced te road ain, and vanis fartime  very road in a coac  t to Loed it since. My vacations  at sc for me to Gateso visit me. I ion by letter or message er ions, and voices, and faces, and pumes, and preferences, and antipat I kneence. And no t it  enougired of tine of eigernoon. I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on tly blo and framed a ion; for cimulus: t petition, too, seemed s off into vague space: “te, “grant me at least a neude!”

    airs.

    I  free to resume terrupted cions till bedtime: even teac me from t to alk.  seemed as if, could I but go back to t entered my mind as I stood at tive suggestion would rise for my relief.

    Miss Gryce snored at last; sill norains  to-nig deep notes isfaction; I erruption; my  instantly r