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It is well human nature is so constituted that one's joy is not banished by another's sorrow, otherwise there would be no enjoyment in this life. To every individual, sooner or later, comes his own trial-hour, and that is sufficient for himself. The world may not know of it, but no matter, the purification goes on, and the inaudible sigh is net unheard in heaven's chancery, whether surrounded by the music and mirth of loving friends, or the thoughtless indifference of those who are incapable of extending the cordial grasp of sympathy.

While the vicissitudes of life were bringing their alternate sunshine and shade to peaceful homes in the lovely vale of the Connecticut, mellowed and sanctified by the transfiguring touch of love in which the human was blended with the divine; on the banks of the Tennessee, passion was contending for the mastery with love, and in the end came off conqueror.

Mrs. Carleton's first impressions of Southern life were not of the most agreeable character, which, however, gradually wore off, until, like other northern