some clouds that
send down their showers after the sun has broken through. They would
have been as much surprised as were Edward and Julia, if they had seen,
instead of smiles and ecstasies, the deathlike paleness of Mrs. Barton,
her husband dashing the tear from his eyes that he might gaze upon his
children; Dickey looking timidly at him, and the little girl burying her
face in her mother's gown. Yet this was joy--joy that no words could
express; the joy of kind and faithful hearts--joy with which a stranger
cannot intermeddle; and Mrs. Sackville felt it to be such, for when she
saw the family group, she drew her children into the parlour, and left
their humble friends to themselves.

* * * * *

It was our intention to have described the soldier's gratitude--the
contentment and thankfulness of his wife--the neat little cottage in
which she was immediately placed by the officers of the regiment, who
seemed delighted thus to manifest their regard for their corporal
Barton. The emotion of this good family at parting with their
benefactors--little Dickey's resolution, that when he grew to be a man,
he would go and live with Mr. Edward--the hospitable honors rendered
to the Sackville party by the officers of the regiment, who felt their
beneficence to the British soldier's wife as a personal obligation--to
which was to have been added, a particular description of some very
beautiful curiosities presented to Edward and Julia by the governor's
lady; but we fear our young readers will think we have already
protracted a dull tale to an unconscionable length; and we will
therefore take our leave of them, with simply expressing a wish, that
if they should ever travel to Quebec, or indeed in any other direction,
they will remember that after the delightful but evanescent pleasures
of their jaunt had faded, and were almost effaced from the minds of
Edward and Julia, they possessed a treasure that fadeth not away
in the consciousness of having rendered an essential service to a
fellow-creature. A consciousness that strews roses in the path of
youth and age--not 'the perfume and suppliance of a moment,' but
those amaranthine flowers that exhale incense to Heaven.

FINIS.

[ Transcriber's Note:

The following is a list of corrections made to the original. The
first line is the original line, the second the corrected one.

"And what," aske