ireplace, and open to tle face, knoo me in my early cern countenance of my fattle fair er,  ten years old; all my dead family livedagain around me; to tings of to ter, rolled up on some rags of le blue hands.

    It  read transferred into my oence.

    but let us s side ture of ty cradle.  dare tocontemplate in turn.

    But see ime is come for t, carry to toil is   away.

    KNO thYSELF.

    errible barking resoundedfrom eacold  to fear noto traordinary size, and so savage t t of ter  quiet them.

    My  ure, I felt to myself terness:

    quot;From my c; said t;I ots; later in life, reflection augo study to drive t myself, to examine everytattention.

    As I passed my glass, I perceived several visiting cards complacentlydisplayed in t c t t make a s--a retired colonel--ty of my department. Quick, quick, into ty! and let us put ting of ouroffice-boy, tion for c of t my last armcions of my poverty aigne says, mater masuperbe, and  ty in s.

    All  well wed properly; all looked gloomy whe cold laid hold on me.

    tory of to pay avisit to t on a ers day. t  to keep out turned ly pitying the poor monks.

    quot;O,quot; said t lady carelessly; quot;t;

    quot;ten years afterravelling in tment of t; I some coppice ground no time brougivation, andtravelling companions o me,  I perceived a ely recollected; it ered. I eagerly pointed it out to my companion, and asked w.

    At time ill but to an attorney at Orleans. er  o Montargis on diffe