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Wom?n'? I-9t. To guide fair childhood from ?B birth,. '? Along tho rugged paths of life; .'.* To look upon mo#fe'fragile ?binge, Aa flower* that the sunshine bring?; And to thetr Carta sweet counsel'givo, While loaming^ "them tho way to life, Is woman's lot. To watch beside the bed of pain. From evening star to morn again; Bach smothered sob abe quickly hears, To answer back with silent tears; And while she gives the soothing balm, With gentle words tho spirit calm, Is woman's lot. To bend low at tho oouoh of death, Whero love would calm tho Hooting breath, As li uni bio suppliant meekly-bow. With weary eyes and. throbbing brow, ? And from nor sour in'whispered prayer, That God will lovo tho pale ono the^o,- ' 1 1 is wcnrlan's lot.* ?. V To meekly boar with slight or wrong, And yet in anguish st?rbe strong; Nor doubt tho faith sho place on him For whom her love will hot grow.dim; And provo with woman's breaking heart The depth of woo that was her part, Is woman's lot. To cravo for love, tho deep and true, As flowers cravo tho morning dew; To pray for hope, though hope bo gone, Theo give her thoughts to death aiono; And yoarn for rest beneath tho sod, While holding converso with her God, Is woman's lot. TUB TURKU NAMES. For moro than four years tho three names painted on tho door-way of No. 9 Old Inn remained unaltered. Tho houso itself was tho smallest in tho Inn. All the other houses contained sis sets of chambers; No. 9-cramped up in a cor? ner-had only throo sots. They woro each occupied by a single tenant, ?ind their names, as painted on the door-way, were "Mr. Bolt, second floor;" "Mr. Hay, first floor;" "Mr. Frith, ground floor." I was Mr. Hay, of tho first floor. Mr. Bolt, of the second floor, and I were not on speaking terms. We had frequently met on the stairs and in tho passage en? der our common roof. I know him very well by sight. He was a tall, thin man, some years younger than I, pleasant looking, notwithstanding a broken nose and huge red whiskers. He had a noisy, blundering way of moving about; always rushed up tho Btairs three at a time, kick? ing and banging his great boots against the wood-work. "That's Bolt!" I used to say, as his foot-steps came tumbling up to my floor, and then went tumbling np to his own. I don't know whether ho broko bis nose over those stairs before I went to No. 9, but I always expected that he would break it again wheneyer I beard him return home. Now, Mr. Frith, of tho ground-floor, was different in every way. I knew him equally well by sight; but he and I, lika wiso, were not on speaking terms. He was short and inclined to bo stout. He never seemed in a hurry. He never made a noice, except on the piano, and even the tone of that was soft and subdued like himself. So we three-tho noisy gentleman on the second floor, tho musical gentleman on tho ground-floor, and myself-I don't know what tho other two called mo, pro? bably the gentleman with tho dog-lived for four years in the samo house, and yet were strangers to ono another. It seemed part of one's daily lifo constantly to seo. Mr.Frith, or to .hear Mr. Bolt come tumbling up the stairs; part of one's daily care to prevent becoming ac? quainted with either; part of tho plea-, sure of one's vacation to got away from them, as it was to get away from tho bundles of law papers and clients' let? ters. So, last autumn, when I went to Switzerland, I endured the sea passage; boro patiently tho sleepless night jour? neys by rail, and tho hot morning drive by diligence, cheered by the thought that I was adding mile after milo to the distance between mo and Old Inn and everything conuected with it. And all for what? For tho very first person I met at Chamouni to bo Mr. Frith in tweeds, instead of Mr. Frith in broad? cloth. He was standing just inside tho salle-a-manger, looking for a seat at the long table, at which the dinors were al? ready assembled. As I enter, he turns round, and we look at ono another defiantly, with a sort of "Well! I havo as much right here as you," and then face to the right and left respectively. Ho goes down one half of tho table, and I go up to the other, hoping to put tho wholo length of it be? tween ns. There is no vacant seat on that side, so I wal Ir round the end to the other side, and, to my disgust, see that he has dono the snme. We face eaoh other again, are obliged by necessity to converge towards tho samo point, and Anally seat ourselves near the centro of tho table, with only a little Frenchman between us. Tho first two courses we eat in silence, either staring at our platos or at tho wall before us. Pending the third course, tho Frenchman turns to Mr. Frith, but that gentleman, not wishing to look my way, tries hnril to escapo tho proffered conversation. Tho Frenchman, how? ever, who speaks English very well, has no intention of being shaken oil*, and common courtesy forces Mr. Frith to answer. "Do yon como from London?" again begins tho little tormentor, as soon na the dessert comraencos. "Yes." "Ah! it is a fine city that London. 1 know it well. From what part of Lon? don do you come?" "Old Inn." "Iudeed! Do you know a Mr. Smith at Old Inn?" "No." "Not At what number in Old Inn do you live?" "Nine." r'^ittel".enhoe? Aha little gentlemen; ..and Mr. Smith lives at No. 10, and you do not know him." ' "No."' Not over pleased, tho Frenchman turns to me, ani Mr. Frith, very mnoh pleased, turns away from us both. "And ar? you from London too?" he begins, as.though I had taken a part in the previous conversation. Mr. Frito's back being towards us, I don't mind answering the little fellow, seeing that he doesn't care whether I. come from London or Timbuctoo, but that it is simply impossible for him to eat his dinner in silence. So I say, "YeB, I come from LomToh. All Eng? lishmen seem to live in" London, don't they?" " , "Oh! but it is such a largo oity! From what port of London do you como?" "Old lum". "Again Old Inn," ho snys, with ii smile. "Perhaps yon know Mr. Smith, nt No. 10?" "I only know him by sight." I an? swer; and thou, for tho fun of increasing tho little gentleman's astonishment, I add; "I live at No. 9." Tho words aro hardly spoken when tho Frenchman, with truo politeness, pushes back his chair. "Then you and this gentlemen," touching Mr. Frith's arm, "aro traveling together, and I havo separated you and prevented your talk? ing. I am so sorry. Will you take ruy seat and bo noxt your friend?" Ho is just rising for us to exebaugo chairs, when I put my hand upon his shoulder and whisper, "Thank you. I thank you. No. I do not know that gontleman." The littlG fellow nods as if ho under? stood, and then says, also speaking in a whisper, "Yon have quarreled then? I beg your pardon, if I have been disa? greeable to you." "Oh! not at all. Wo have nevor spoken to each other. "What!" ho cries, forgetting now tc speak in in an under-tono; "you two live in the samo house, and you do not know one nnothcr! Ah, well!" putting a hand on our arms and smiling at both of us, "you will know one another now, and be great friends for the future." There is no help for it. "I shall have greht pleasure," says Mr. Frith, with a freezing bow. And I bow likewise, and in a Uko manner, but say nothing. Then follows a pause, during which tho diners begin to leave tho table; sc we three rise and stand by our chairs, still with the Frenchman in tho mid? dle. "Come!" ho says, presently, and sud? denly laughing; "you two have been making fun of me. Is it not so? You aro friends traveling together." Mr. Frith immediately denies this ctatenqenr^and,* having' 'done so', walk? away \o a window," which looks out upon Mont Blanc. After what has passed, ] feel that tho ono who first leaves the roon: will bo obliged to moko some remark, oi do soino little act of courtesy to th< other; and to avoid the burden of doin^ this hoing thrown upon mo, I go into th( recess of the window next Mr. Frith's, and likewiso staro at Mont Blane. Tnt Frenchman wishes us both good-even ing, and takes himself off. Tho noxt minute I hear his voice again. Ho and somebody else have come into collision in the passage, where upon follows a mutual asking of pardons and ho enters the room again. His com pauion is hidden by the screen near tin door, but I hear thc. little fellow say still speaking in English, "Ah, Monsieur! yon aro just too late Thc dilligenco from Geneve was behint: time, I suppose? You have ordered din ner, of course? Yes. Come and look a Mont Blanc. Tho moonlight is on it." From my window I hear their foot steps approaching me, tho tripping light step of the one, and tho heavy, sloughing tread of tho other. As I listoi to tho latter, a cold chill comes over me Wo distinguish footsteps after a time a? wo learn to know voices. I have a strong misgiving that I know that tread, bu I listen in suspense without looking round. "Yes, it is very grand," says a voice a my elbow, referring to Mont Blanc, wbicl towers beforo us clear and distinct in tin bright moonlight. O, that voice! It roalizes my wors fears. How often havo I heard it call ing from tho second floor at No. 9 Oh Inn. I feel disposed to rush out of th room, but remembering Mr. Frith at tin next window, wait to seo what comes o Mr. Bolt's arrival. "Very grand," ho continues. "Wi don't have sights liko that in Loudon Do you know London?" "Gently, gently, Mr. Bolt! for you own sake," I murmur. "If you coull only know tho trap you are falling into.' "O, yes! I know London," replies th Frenchman, promptly. "What part o London do you come from?" "Old Inn." "Old Inn!" echoes tho other, in a ton of surprise. Do you know Mr. Smith a No. 10?" "N-o. That ia to say, I know th name. Ho lives next door to mc." "You live, then, at No. -?" "No. 9," plumps out Mr. Bolt. "Then you expect to meet a friem here?" says thc Frenchman, looking io Mr. Frith, seeing that Mr. Bolt does no seem to recognizo my back." "No, I don't expect to meet a friend. "Then 3011 will meet ono; yon wi! meet two. Look, hero is one. And yo wore oloso to him, nnd yet you did nc know him." As I turn ran round in obedience to .tho Frenchman's pall, Mr. Bolt does know me, bat not as a friend, for be looks as if ho would like to punch my head for being there. "No; I haven't the pleasure of know? ing this gentleman," he says, patting on a siokly smile. ..What!" cries the other. "Ahl Then that ia the friend you will meet." point? ing to Mr. Frith, who, nt that moment, Unwittingly comes ont of the recess of his window. "No; I haven't the pleasure of know? ing him either." For a minute the Frenchman does not seem to nnderstand. "But- you nil live in tho same, house, "- ho then says slowly. "O, yes," replies. Mr. Bolt, who be? gins to seo the fun, and seems rather to oujoy it-"nil lived there; I* believe, for more than four years." ., , "And you ure all strangers?" "Perfect strangers," again replies Mr. Bolt. "Well, I should not have thought it possible, even in Englnnd," says tho lit? tle fellow, so seriously that we all smile. Ho looks first at ono and then at an? other, and finally rushes oft' to tell his friends of the three curiosities that he had discovered. Uur smiles vanish with his presence, and tho moment ho is gono our black looks return. Mr. Bolt goes oft' to the third window; Mr. Frith returns to his recess; I remain in mine; so wo nil stand and sturo at Mont Blanc. "Very fine," says Mr. Frith, being obliged to pass mo in leaving tho room, and feeling that ho ought to say some? thing. "Very fine," I answer; and so exits the " ground floor." "Looks very beautiful in tho moon? light," I suggested to Mr. Bolt, as I fol? low Mr. Fri th's example. "Very beautiful," ho answers, but does not leave his window as long as 1 remain in tho room, though his dinnei is on tho tablo and tho garcon waiting tc remove tho cover. Then I go, and, after that, we meet no more that night. Tho next morning I nm not as careful of my landlord's feelings, perhaps, as 1 might be. I hardly proffer au excuse for leaving, but leavo I do, and take up my quarters in another hotel. That set? tled, I go to the post office, thence tc the Bureau des Guides, and on my way thither, after a good deal of considering this and looking at that, decide upon tho excursion for that day. I choose thc one to "Le Jardin," arguing that it wai too far for Mr. Frith, and that Mr. Bolt, who evidently had not visited Chamoun: beforo, was not likely to do that excur? sion on his first day. Pretty confident, therefore, that I should not be troubled with either of them, I biro a guido and start at onco to make up for lost time. "Pity I didn't start an hour ago." "Why?" I say to Pierre-Pierro being my guide-as we go up tho zigzags ol the Montanvert. "Because Jacques weut with anothei English gentleman, and. it would havt been company for us," answers Pierre, I express myself quito satisfied wit! tho companionship 1 have, and Pierre of courso, swears that ho was thinking of mo only and not of himself. Whet we reach tho glacier wo soe the gentle mau of whom ho spoke, but ho is toofai ahead for mo to distinguish him. Feeling sure, however, that ho i? neither Mr. Frith nor Mr. Bolt, I don' bother my head about him. As wo g( along Pierro tells me n long story nboul some of his comrades. Ho speaks vii lainous patois, and has a'confused way o telling his story; and so, though I dom* best to be enlightened, I am never cor tain whether I am supposed to'.be Jeal or Alphonse; in fact, I can't, make ou whether Joan end Alphdnso are two dis tinot men, or tho two names of tho snm< man. Jean falls down a crevasse; T un der stand that; but then it is Alphonse who is afterwards pulled up, so I ge hopelessly muddled again. And, more over, I can't sufficiently .-realize that I an either of them, for, ns wo near "Le Jar din," my own legs keep cruelly remind ing me that I am Alfred Hay and nobody else; and I find myself panting in a wa-, that either Jean or Alphonso would be ashamed of doing. "Ah, voila Jacques!" exclaims Pierre as we step on to the gross at onr jour? ney's ond pointing to his comrade, whe rises from tho sido of tho stream ovei which ho was stooping. I look rouuc for the Englishman, but he is not visible Jacques, when ho comes to us, points tc u great boulder of rock behind which he says, tho other is lying, rather knock ed up by the walk. And there, sur< enough, I see part of a pair of legs sc protruding beyond tho boulder ns to ip dioate that their owner is JU tho broad o his back. While I am looking at then they begin to move with a wriggling sori of motion, and, tho next miuute, Mr Frith's face appears, cautiously peeping beyond tho rock. Completely taken bj surprise, and not having time to turi away, I stare vacantly at the sky ovoi his head; but I see, nevertheless, his fae? disappear again veryquiekly, and his leg! wriggle nearly out of sight. "Hang him!" only 1 say something stronger; and he, doubtless, from bobine his boulder, returns the compliment "What on earth made him como nj here?" I mutter, feeling a strong tcmpta Hon to send a big stone by my sido at bil boots. They prevent mo admiring tho view they prevent mo enjoying my luncheon they make mo wish that he and the> wero at the bottom of tho deepest ero vasse in Switzerland. And, WOI-HO still when Jacques, coming to my side, ex presses his pleasuro nt seeing me, be cause I can help "Monsieur la" back to Chamouni. "Mot I. I'll see 'Monsieur la' frozen to death before I ?ill help him." And to avoid being called upon to assist him in any way, I tell Pierro that I am in a hurry to get back, and hint that we had better start at once. To this he answers, ."Hero are two others coming." It baa nothing to do with my getting back, but, nevertheless, I ask where the others are. "There!" And both he and Jacques point out the direction.- I can't see tho now-comera at firsthand, .when-I do, I lose them again immediately afterwards. They are m nob nearer the next time they ajipear; near enough for me to discern that bne of tlrem is tall, arid thin, nnd, though ho is walking quickly, has an awkward, clumsy stop. That is quite enough. I nm certain who ho is; but after finding Frith nt "Le Jardin," I am not surprised. I take it quito philoso? phically at first. Then I try to look at our .all mooting again in its ludicrous lighf,t.but here I miserably fail and get angry. I lean back in disgust and pull my hat over my face; and tho rest of my grumbling is confined to tho lining. In duo course of time Mr. Bolt reaches "Le Jardin." Thc guide, after handing him the havresao and receiving back his portion of the luncheon, joins tho other two. Mr. Bolt scrutinizes my corpus; again fails to recognize me, but suspects mo to bo English, so bo keeps his dis? tance. Peeping under my hat, I sec Pierro and Jacques presently compare watches and then rise. Tho latter, how? ever, moves away alono and goes to tho boulder. At his first words thc odious boots disappear entirely, but ho begins to remonstrate; shows his watch; points to the sun; and nfter a little whilo bends forward to help Mr. Frith to rise. That gentleman then emerges from be? hind his friendly rock, shaking his legs and settling his cont, and, without look? ing my way, tries to bustle off as if he didn't kuow I was there. Not so Jacques. He speaks to Pierre, who comos to my side, and Jacques lingers, seeing that I do not risc. Meanwhile Mr. Frith, by his crab-liko movement, nearly tumbles over Mr. Bolt, without seeing him. "Halloa," cries tho latter, "you here!" "Whereupon Mr. Frith turns round and stares, with open eyes nnd month, see? ing Mr. Bolt when ho expected to see me. "I had not nu idea you were hore," ho says, emphasizing the "you," and so criminating himself. "Fine scene, isn't it?" He thon makes a second attempt to bo off, but Jacques still lingers. TO BE CONTINUED. AYER'S SARSAPARILLA, FUR. PURIFYING THE BLOOD. THE reputation thia excellent medicine en? joys, is derived from its cures, many of which arc truly marvellous; inveterate casvs ofScro? fulous Disease, where the eystcm seemed sat? urated with corruption, have been purified and cured hyit. Scrofulous affections and disorders which were aggravated by tho scrofulous con? tamination until they were painfully afflicting, have been radically cured III such great num? bers in almost every section of tho country, that tho public scarcely need to be informed of its virtues or uses. 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