back again to the library of Moreton Hall.

He looked at the pair on his left hand and sighed. What perfect happiness it would be to have a wife like Mary! Oh! if there was only such a being to pull his hair-how-and so on.

"It's very jolly being married," said Arthur to Pierce, " isn't it Molly ?"

Mary gave her husband a small box on the ear, and then kissed his forehead to make it well.

"Perhaps it is," said Pierce.

"I wish you would get a nice wife, old fellow," said Arthur.

"It's rather difficult," returned Pierce; "and does not always depend entirely on oneself."

"Patience," said Mr. Gregory. "I think Pierce has no right to quarrel with fortune, or mistrust the wisdom of Providence. He has experienced adversity; but he has tasted the sweetness of its uses. He has learnt to

encounter trials rather than yield to them; and he has been taught, what philosophy alone can never teach, that a man best secures his own happiness by labouring as far as lies within his power for the happiof his fellow-creatures."

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