epare his wife for the joyful news.

Presently we heard a heavy fall upon the floor. The joy was too
intense. Edith's mother had fainted! She opened her eyes--it was not a
dream! There was her little lost darling before her! She held her at
arm's length--she clasped her to her breast--she kissed my hands--then
she ran weeping to her husband--then back to Edith, till the pantomime
became too painful.

"Je-ru-sa-lem!" said Jim.

THE BROKER'S WINDOW BY GASLIGHT.

Last evening I was walking in Broadway. The shop windows were brilliant
with gas, and bright silks, and satins, and jewels were all spread out
in the windows in the most tempting manner; all was gayety, bustle,
hurry, drive, and confusion; omnibuses, carts, carriages, drays,
military, music; people flocking to concerts, shows, and theatres;
people flocking _in_ town, and people flocking _out_; fashions in _one_
window--coffins in the _next_; beggars and millionaires, ministers and
play-actors, chimney-sweeps and ex-presidents, all in a heap.

I sauntered along dreamily, looking at them all, and wondering where
all those myriads of people ate, and drank, and slept; how they had all
laughed and wept; how soon they would all die off, one by one, without
being missed, while strangers, just as busy, would fill their places,
and die in turn, to give place to others.

Over my head the stars shone on, just as brightly as they did ages ago,
when Bethlehem's babe was born--just as they will ages hence, when
nobody will know that you or I ever thrilled with joy, or sighed with
sorrow, beneath them.

But I am not going to preach to you;--the panorama made me _think_;
that's all. Well, I sauntered along, and presently came in sight of a
broker's window, (ask your papa what a broker is,) in a basement, quite
down upon the pavement. The window seat was covered with black velvet,
and on it lay little glittering heaps of money, in gold and
silver;--some quarters--some half-dollars--some dollars--some five
dollar and some ten dollar pieces.

I shouldn't have looked twice after _them_, but, crouched down upon the
sidewalk, so close to the broker's window that his face almost touched
it, was a little boy about ten years old. His ragged little cap was
pushed carelessly back; his long, dark hair fell round his face, and
his eyes were fixed upon that money with an intensity of gaze, that
seemed to render him perfectly unconscious of the presence of any one
about him.