judgment. No me leave you an instant, to make a better fire, and  up. Can you tell where is a good fire?”

    “Yes;  eye I see a glow—a ruddy haze.”

    “And you see the candles?”

    “Very dimly—each is a luminous cloud.”

    “Can you see me?”

    “No, my fairy: but I am only too to hear and feel you.”

    “ake supper?”

    “I never take supper.”

    “But you so-nig.”

    Summoning Mary, I soon able repast. My spirits ed, and alked to ime after. traint, no repressing of glee and vivacity  perfect ease, because I kneed o console or revive ful consciousness! It brougo life and ligure: in s softened and warmed.

    After supper, o ask me many questions, of  I gave ial replies: it oo late to enter into particulars t nigo touco open no fresion in : my sole present aim o c but by fits. If a moment’s silence broke tion, urn restless, touchen say, “Jane.”

    “You are altogetain of t?”

    “I conscientiously believe so, Mr. Rocer.”

    “Yet retco take a glass of er from a  ion, expecting Joo ans my ear.”

    “Because I ead, ray.”

    “And tment in tell ing not in day; feeling but tion of cold , of  to eat: and t times, a very delirium of desire to beoration I longed, far more t of my lost sig be t Jane is  depart as suddenly as so-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.”

    A commonplace, practical reply, out of train of urbed ideas,  and most reassuring for  t I hem grow as broad and black as ever.

    “ spirit, al moment, you  m