Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-01-06

his flock, and was carried out of his be- loved sanctuary to die. There were no regrets for the dignities so lately be slowed upon him, no troubles about worldly things; but only "all humble thankfulness and submission to Gods welcome providence"
 Olive sat there and meditated, and saw the yellow leaves dropping slowly in the still sunshine. Watching them idly at first, she began, after time, to remember that these very leaves had taken the sun and dew of spring; and all the freshness and fragrance of those earlier days came back to her with a sudden thrill, stirring her with emo tions which she had believed to be all most dead. How soon the autumn of her life had come! It was tranquil; it might be sweet; but the gladness of springtide is the one irrecoverable joy that, in this world, can never be granted to us again.
 She was no longer bitter and deso- late, yet the sense of lost youth (which comes oftcncr to those still young, than to the old) was too strong for her at this moment. Something arose in her throat; the tears filled her eyes, and she thought she would allow them to flow without restraint They did flow and plenteously. Once set flowing they would not stop, for thoughts and memories came crowdinT after them. Every scene in her brief experience seemed to be suddenly re- vivcd at this moment; voices, long hushed, were calling to her from the past, and drowning all the sounds of the present. The habit of self-rc- straint, so constantly cultivated for the sake of others, was broken through at last.
 When at length her bowed hcaS was lifted, some one spoke to her in q calm tone that she had heard before. She looked up, startled and yet strangely quieted, and met the gaze of the speak CT. It was MT. Sidney, the chaplain.
 You are in trouble" said the quiet voice, with its penetrating sweetness. "You are in trouble, and you need help and comfort"
 As he stood there, tall and of digni- fed bearing, she found courage to glance at him second time. He was a man who looked as if he could stand alone without a single prop; and al- though he had a most benign face, it wore an expression of authority. While he was speaking Olive had dried her last tears, and she answered him with gentle frankness that touched him.
 "I have had sorrow, but it is over," she said. II came here because the place is so still and re stful; and then began to cry unawarcs."
 You are looking tired" He was watching her narrowly, and read the signs of quiet patience in her beautiful young face. Do you live far off?"
 'Oh, no! 1 live with my uncle who is bookseller close by. Last Sunday came here for the first time. It was a surprise to come suddenly on this green spot; had been longing for sight of grass and trees, for I was born in the country"
 The chaplain knew we'll enough that this shady nook had been a refuge to many who were "born in the country '' He had seen men and women come here to renew the youth of the spirit under these trees. There are few spots left now in the heart of London where old memories may live and grow. Then he talked to Olive of the ancient churchyard and it's history; and of other things; and she listened and wondered a little at her own perfect unrestraipt in