bly the same in substance and in spirit all the world over!

Tiger's wife was more affected than Lawrence expected she would have
been by her husband's accident, and tended him with anxious care. By
taking hold of him, and laying him gently down in a corner opposite to
that of his sick child, Lawrence gave him to understand that it was his
duty to take rest. To say truth, he did not require much persuasion,
but at once laid his head on his pillow, and quietly went to sleep.

"The hospital is filling rather quickly, Manuela," said Lawrence, when
he had finished tending his new patient, "and your duties are
increasing, I fear."

"No fear. Me likes to nuss," replied the girl, with a look that puzzled
the young doctor.

It was Manuela's fascinating smile that came hardest on our poor hero.
When she looked grave or sad, he could regard her as a mere statue, an
unusually classical-looking bronze savage; but when she smiled, there
was something so bewitchingly sweet in the lines of her little face that
he felt constrained to shut his eyes, turn away, and groan in spirit, to
think that she was brown, and a savage!

"Was there _ever_ a case," he thought, "so mysteriously miserable, so
singularly sad, as mine! If she were only white, I would marry her at
once, (if she would have me), for the sake of her gentle spirit alone,--
ay, even though she were the child of a costermonger; but I cannot, I
_do_ not, love a savage, the daughter of a savage chief, with a skin the
colour of shoe leather! No, it is impossible! and yet, I am in love
with her spirit. I know it. I feel it. I never heard of such a
strange thing before,--a man in love with a portion of a woman, and that
the immaterial portion!"

The last word changed the current of his thoughts, for it suggested the
idea of another "portion" belonging to some girls with which men are too
apt to fall in love!

"Massa, de grub's ready," said Quashy, entering the hut at that moment.

"Go to work then, Quash. Don't wait. I'll be with you directly."

But Quashy did wait. He was much too unselfish a son of ebony to think
of beginning before his master.

When they had seated themselves on the grass outside the hut, along with
Manuela, who left her post of duty in order to dine, and had made a
considerable impression on the alligator-ragout and tiger-steaks and
other delicacies, Quashy heaved a deep sigh of partial satisfaction, and
asked if Tiger would be well enough t