the church yard before his grave was green and yet what bond of union could possibly exist between the haughty lord and the humble he surrounded by luxury and wealth yet suspended but for a few brief moments above the gloomy grave and she a simple country maiden apparently pursuing her homely path with patient steps yes there was a bond them the bond of sympathy felt and acknowledged by both sympathy of taste and thought and feeling sympathy of high purpose and noble sentiment sympathy which no difference of rank or station can subdue sympathy in the inward of the spirit which struggled in vain to support its own existence clinging in its weakness to the of earth and again and again the offer of that hand which alone is mighty to save it was in the cheerful month of june that the noble invalid and the young artist sat together at an open window during the quiet morning hours before the hall was disturbed by and while the dew was yet upon the grass for now they found both time and inclination to converse and lord cast his melancholy eyes upon the clear landscape the blue hills the shining river the green slopes and the deep shadows of the trees but neither the fair landscape nor the scent of summer flowers the hum o bees nor the song of merry birds brought gladness to his soul for he was losing his firm step upon the earth and looking almost his last upon the smiling flowers and listening to the birds that would soon be their happy flight above his grave you will be here said he as if continuing the mournful train of his you will be here when summer comes again and i he paused and looked earnestly at words were upon her lips which might have been in such an hour but she dared not utter them how did her spirit to answer and you will be in heaven all that woman can say with eyes that shine through tears was written in her countenance but she made no audible reply and her companion went on quoting the words of i am egypt dying a fatal malady is upon my heart yet i brave it out to the world and none but my faithful knows that i endure any other than bodily suffering even he knows not the cause but to you i will confess that when i think of forth the boundless ocean of eternity i fed like a fearful child about to enter upon a region of impenetrable darkness in my ride the other day i saw a poor woman sitting at the door of her cottage reading her bible and oh how i envied the hall and the cottage that humble creature upon what to her were the words of eternal truth the same book said is open to all and it is the perfection of that volume that its sacred truths are equally its moral equally serviceable and its religious equally available to the high and the low the rich and the poor the happy and the miserable lord shook his head my mother forced me when a child to learn long lessons from the bible as a punishment when i did wrong and i have never been able o read it since if you would but try my lord said will you read it to replied his and then he smiled as dying men have no right to smile i would do anything said in her own manner to make you less melancholy less and i would were it possible for me to be in raising your thoughts to a in those hopes which alone are able to support the soul in its hour of mortal trial how is this said lord and while he spoke and looked earnestly at tears burning tears were in his eyes and he stretched forth his thin and wasted hand and grasped her arm with something of energy my course through this world has been short and eccentric winning the wonder of the many and the love of the few had i not beneath the shallow surface of profession my vanity might have in yet have i never known from my cradle until this hour one friend who cared about my soul � has been very unfortunate amongst the first of earthly blessings which heaven bestowed upon me was a faithful friend a friend whose counsel and kindness have been as a light upon my path and will vou be this friend to me impossible my lord why impossible because you are a man noble and wealthy and accomplished and i am a woman young and poor and and for these qualities i love you better and surely for those you cannot respect me the less my lord tliat very weakness which your tenderness and that dignity which me into respect are with the fair and nature of friendship then call it love if you will it matters little what name is given to an intimacy like ours to be dissolved in a few brief moments but oh do not leave me to myself come often sit with me till you are weary and above all things tell me how to make death less horrible ah you are going again going to gather roses and sit within your sunny bower and listen to the birds that overhead and feel the breath of summer fan your blooming cheek and think not of the weary hours that i am spending indeed why should i am nothing to you i can be nothing and have no right to trouble you with my fruitless held out one hand while with the other she concealed her face and wishing the miserable invalid a good morning went her way to muse upon the various branches bearings of the word a word so important in the of the that it appears to 