, and teh aching brow, and in silence
Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces,
Where on their pallets they lay like drifts of snow by the roadside.
Many a languid head upraised as Evangeline entered,
Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed for her presence
Fell on their hearts like a ray of sun on the walls of a prison,
And as she looked around she saw how Death the Consoler,
Laying his hand on many a heart hade healed it forever.--Evangaline.

Nervously bolting the rude door after Dr. Denslow's departure, Rachel
tossed her hat into one corner, and without farther undressing flung
herself down upon the coarse blankets of the cot, in utter exhaustion of
mind and body. Nature, beneficent ever to Youth and Health, at once
drew the kindly curtains of Sleep, and the world and its woes became
oblivion.

Early the next morning the shrill REVEILLE called for a resumption
of the day's activities. She was awakened by the fifes screaming a
strenuously cheeful jig, but lay for some minutes without opening her
eyes. She was so perfectly healthful in every way that the tribulations
of the previous day had left no other traces than a slight wariness. But
every sense began informing her that yesterday's experience was not
a nightmare of her sleep, but a waking reality. The morning sun was
already pouring hot beams upon the thin roof over her head. Through the
wide cracks in the partition came the groans and the nauseating odors
which had depressed her so on the day before. Mingled with these was
the smell of spoiled coffee and ill-cooked food floating in from the
kitchen, where a detail of slovenly and untaught cooks were preparing
breakfast.

She shuddered and opened her eyes.

The rude garniture of her room, thickly covered with coarse dust, and
destitute of everything to make life comfortable, looked even more
repugnant than it had the evening before.

The attack of sickness at heart at the position in which she found
herself came on with renewed intensity, for the hatefulness of
everything connected with the lot she had chosen seemed to have
augmented during the passing hours. She tried to gain a little respite
by throwing one white arm over her eyes, so as to shut out all sight,
that she might imagine for a moment at least that she was back under the
old apple tree at Sardis, before all this sorrow had come into her life.

"It is not possible," she murmured to herself, "that