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kind friends here; they will do all they can for

kind friends here; they will do all they can for
me; and for the rest, trust Providence
"T.ucille begged that ! would let him stay,
for she said God would hear her prayers, and
he would get we'll ! told her ! wouldn't urge
him any more; for IL was as young as he was
and had such pretty nurse to take care of
me, should be willing to winter at the North
Pole. Wilson gave me letter for his brother,
and we shook hands, and | left him. When
we were getting under weigh, he and Lucille
stood on the landing-placo, and | hailed him
for the last time, and made signs of sending
the boat for him. The little French girl un-
derstood me- she shook her head, and pointed
to her fathers house, and then they both turned
back, now and then stopping to wave their
handkerchieis to us felt sorry to leave him
there; but for the life Of me I couldn't blame
him.
"Pm sure don't" said the Doctor"
"Well, next year | wa at Nitisquam har-
Dor, and, although was doing pretty well in
the way of fishing, couldn't feel easy without
running away north to Brador, to see what had
become Of my sick passenger. 1t was rather
early in the season, and there was ice still in
the harbor but we managed to work in at
last; when, who should | see on shore but
young Wilson, SO stout and hearty that should
scarcely have known him. He took me up to
his lodgings, and told me that he had never
spent happier winter; that he was well and
strong, and could fish and hunt like native !;
that ho was now partner with the French
man in trade, and only waited the coming Of
the priest from the Magdalenes, on his yearly
visit TO the settlements, to marry his daughter
Lucille was as pretty, merry, and happy, as
ever, and the old Frenchman and his wife
seemed to love Wilson as if he was their son.
Pye never seen him since; but he now writes
me that he is married, and has prospered in
health and property, and thinks Labrador
would be the finest country in the world, if it
only had heavy timber trees"
"One cannot but admire" said the Doctor,
that wise and benefcent ordination Of Provi-
dence, whereby the spirit Of man asserts its
| power over circumstances moulding the rough
forms Of matter to it's fine ideal, bringing har-
mony out Of. discord, coloring, warming, and
lighting up everything within the circle Of its
horizon. A living heart carries with it, under
every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light
Of the tropics. 1t plants its Eden in the viii
derness and solitary place, and sows with flow
ers the gray desolation Of rocks and moses.
Wherever love goes there springs the true
HEARTS ease, roofing itself even in the Polar
ices. To the young invalid Of tho Shippers
Story, the dreary waste of what Moore calls
as you remember,
"The dismal shore
OF cold and pitiless Labrador"
looked beautiful and inviting, for he saw il
softened and irradiatcd in an atmosphere OF
love Its bare hills, bleak rocks, and misty sky,
were but the setting and background Of the
sweetest picture in the gallery Of life. Apart
from this, however, in Labrador, as in every
conceivable locality, the evils Of soil and eli
mate have their compeusations and alleviations
The long nights Of winter are brilliant with
moonlight, and the changing colors Of the
Northern lights are reflected ON the snow. The
summer Of Labrador has beauty Of its own,
far unlike that Of more genial climates, but
which its inhabitants would not forego for the
warm life and lavish luxuriance Of tropical
landscapes The dwarf fr-trees throw from
the ends Of their branches yellow tafts Of sta
nina, like small lamps decorating green pyra-
mids, for the festival Of spring; and if green
grass is in great measure wanting, it's place
is Supplied by delicate mosscs, Of the most bril-
liant colors. The truth is, every season and
climate has its peculiar beauties and comforts
the footprints Of the good and merciful God are
found everywhere; and we should be willing,
thankfully, TO own that He has made all things
beautiful in their time il we were not race
Of envious, selfish, ungrateful grumblers"
"Doctor Doctorln cried ragged, dirty
faced boy, running, breathless, into the yard.
"Wha9s the matter, my ladi" said the
Doctor.
Mother wants you to come right over to
our house Fathers tumbled of tho hay cart;
and when they got him up, hc didn't know
nothing; but they gin him some rum, and that
kinder brought him TO-"
| @No doubt, no doubt y said the Doctor,
rising 10 90. "Simiia amilibs eurantur. Moth
ing like hair Of the dog that bites you"
The Doctor talks vel" said the Skipper,
who had listened rather obviously to his friends
commentaries on his story, "but he carries too
much sail for me, sometimes, and can't ex-
actly keep alongside Of him. | told Elder Sta
pies, once, that didn't SEQ but that the Doctor
could beat him at preaching Very likely
says tho Elder, says he; for you know, Skip
per, ] must stick to my text; but the Doctor's
Bible is all creation
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