ell you."

"Tell me, and perhaps it will."

"I should bid you return to your engineer's work and serve God
in it."

"Very poor chance for serving God or man, in that work," said
Rufus. "Or myself."

"And no chance at all so long as you are doing nothing."

"I cannot bear to compare myself with you," -- Rufus went on
moodily.

"Compare yourself with yourself, Will, -- the actual with the
possible, -- and then go forward."

"What is possible in an engineer's life!" said Rufus.

"Everything is possible, in any place where Providence has put
you, for the future at least. And the firm purpose of serving
God in it, will dignify for the present any life.

"'A man that looks on glass
"'On it may stay his eye;
"'Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass,
"'And then the heaven espy!'"

Rufus met the grave slight smile on his brother's face, and
his eye watered.

"You are better than I am," he said with one of very different
meaning.

"If that be true to-day, Will, don't let it be true to-
morrow."

They wrung each other's hands, and the elder brother went
soberly away.

CHAPTER II.

An't be any way, it must be with valour; for Policy I hate: I
had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
TWELFTH NIGHT.

The family at No. 11 on the Parade, were seated at breakfast
one morning towards the latter end of May; the old trio, only
with Elizabeth and Rose in each other's places.

"What is the reason Winthrop Landholm don't come here any
more?" said the latter lady.

"I don't know," said Mr. Haye, when the silence had threatened
the failure of any answer at all.

"What's the reason, Lizzie?"

"I don't know! -- how should I?"

"I am sure I can't tell," said Rose, "but I didn't know but
you did. I wish you'd ask him to come again, Mr. Haye -- do you
know how he is getting up in the world?"

"I know how cotton is falling," said Mr. Haye, swallowing his
tea and the newspaper apparently both at the same time.

"Cotton! --" said Rose. "Now Mr. Haye, just put down that paper
and listen to me; -- do you know how Winthrop Landholm is
holding his head up?"

"No," said Mr. Haye, looking at the pretty little head which
was holding itself up, over against him.

"Well, he is. You didn't hear what Mr. Satterthwaite was
saying about him last night, did you?"

"I didn't hear Mr. Satterthwaite say anything."

"Well he says he's had quite a great cause come on, now, just
a few days ago --"

"Who has? Mr. Satte