I am not surprised at side my    is only by living, as top story, t one es to kno t rays, and t aterfly sometimes ventures among ttid t trious he dawn of day.

        tories are still deep in sleep, silence, and s, and song already reign.

        life is around me! See turning from s for ful urns to feeling and to motion; ion, and brings it to life again, as truck ty in t is a moment ofrest from every misery; ters into ts of t, alas! itis but a s respite! Everyts ed course:

        t s long strains, its deep gasps, itscollisions, and its cras in motion.

        tranquillity of t m    of ourfirst years of life. too, tly, t, and tude, o be ties: atstarting, so readily made ed; and at tter disappoi or reality! ts or in precipices!    first, so muc at last?    to make it unfit for happiness?

        Must o ignorance if er all, to fi only iernal childhood?

        imes ions! Solitude age or tinually searcotion to tion;    called to turn it tot s anotary ination makes us return forever to knock at thesame doors!

        I interrupted my refles to put my atti order. I e t sempt for details or anunaptness for spiritual life. te to live, is to establision of property and of use bet is to lay tion of ts    o tate. , in fact, is social anization but aseries of s, settled in accordance ions of ournature?

        I distrust botelled ty of to able.

        surrounds us, reflects more or less t ill t around. If our tastes did not reveal ourcer, tastes, but instincts.

        tic, my eyes rested on ttle almana in large letters: "FEtE DIEU!"

        It is to-day! In t city, o remind us of it; but it is,in trutive c;t in or," says Ceaubriand, " a time ties;t a single    in t;

        recolles t a off , I leaned my elbo to ttle town w daysof my childhood were passed.

        te Dieu    events of my life! It o be diligent and obedient a long time beforeo deserveto s. I still recollect    raptures of expectation Igot up on tapestry, along treets. I    from oo anoturns admiring religious ses of tions of ttles in tyle of Louis XIV,and tomsseemed to be ing fort of past ages, to assist--silentand motionless--at ternately in fear and terrible iful resses sing t tin breece at t oftually smiling simes,    seemed to me t tco see tacake t transitory. t predominated over everyot of an overflo quiet joy. In t of all ting draperies, ttered flotransported in spite of yourself. tival ed in your , in a t, more    only maing, but also hin us.

        And tars for triump petition among tparision of ting-places    e t and t beautifulof his possessions!

        It    sacrifice!

        ted, and tabernacle dressed    one ing fit to crivenme by my motc for several monto bloree. t , t of sucations, and of all acated for some moments. No one ; I mig. I s onerose noiselessly    I aloo keep back my treasure? Ouge to God os    t I plucked tem, and took it to put attop of tabernacle. Aion of t so s to me, now make me smile?

        Is it so certain t t is in itself, ratention? If ter in tot to tus not look do of generosity; it is tom to self-denial and to sympatime as a sacred talisman; I o cal victory won over myself.

        It is noion of teDieu; but s tions of former days?

        I still remember reets streintoxicated by totouc along. I smiled at everyt seemed to me t God ingin the air!

        Moreover, t tement of t: it migense oain days, but at time it ti, and a trustfulness from ing, at least from staying    being alone,I soon took    again, like ts ce, becauseit s mot t fideny c God is here?

        raion of our ts! A day of tions of my former years are gro I am no duties I    peace ture to tiny.    rusted to my o to make myselfmaster of it by means of a long insigo ture. I    ies, by occupying my ts ure; I    my judgment in to the anxious man.

        A mela lesson. ,if I rusted more to    y? It may be t    possible    on dition of living like a coties of eaes, and trusting in ther for all besides.

        tt is good, I turn my ts to le expression of    and sootects my life, and gives it ligoo,    andmartyr ed out taugo see t.

        But, except ting do, and tues willrecall ory.

        ell! I e it, not for ot for myself! t,at t of ts itself and assumes a mtitude: in tself raisedand ennobled by tion of a good mans life!

        A ray of ts up ttle table on    of tte, and t my terings. ts proper place amid thefragrance.

        Seven oclock.--It is    of my UncleMaurice ter. o t t    die; but notanding ticipations, o live,suffering and deformed.

        tras ofc for y. In vain ttle o the world:

        t    its way.

        ill    o    ted all t repelled by oter, and ake o tent . ion roi is tax on provisions levied at trance of totle toll- trance of ive town.

        up in t square, ion from ts but reading and s.

        On fine summer days so    t, uis planted by Maurice. And, even ing-needles; rials;    ionately on t bowed ned exch her!

        t o be taken from    to give up all    tion    names, ried to return o ansheforehead of her son, heave a sigh, and close her eyes forever!

        tried to take Maurice a ed t noionless form.

        "Dead!" cried ;dead! S me, s t;

        A stifled voice replied:

        "God!"

        Maurice, startled, raised    a last sig    seek to kno ood ted it.

        It    I first ko see tletoll-old me    stories,a me gaternalattractiveness, o all ed to everytlepatience; and cs of ioners, ed , "Fat ;

        No oty, zeal, and intelligence; but t ed y. As rons, terable to make to be granting ting o live. UncleMaurice bore injustice as empt; unfairly treated by men,rusted in tice of be deceived.

        not as forlorn as tle garret, into o reend     to it. So any ot.

        S i and    relaxation; a depressing gloomseemed to envelop ion affected Maurice; tempted to speak to    in fe o see t sude to ttle, and said no more.

        But toies needle ly    of everyt tradesmen refused to give .

        ely    to tely and eo pay ttoie h.

        t on in tinued out of il s last frig tracted o an explanation impulse o run toUncle Maurice, and tual reserve o a burst of deepest feeling. It seemed as if gratitude ed all t numbed .

        Being no, ttle er efficacy to oie became to er, for o provide. It    timesi o stentions s    to dispel oucimes expressed     topped.    le    bend over, but could not read. Intruttle to do so; o took toie sucrials    still toenjoy her pany.

        t insensibly took possession of o tomed to ty of to look onionate sympat more could iltable to a e    ake it areality. After mucation ook ce, and decided to speak toher.

        It tle ation, directed eps to just as    to enter,    range voice pronoung toie he dress of a sailor.

        At t of my uncle, so :

        "A is    I t    is Julien;it is my betrot;

        Maurice tottered, and drew back. A single word old him all!

        It seemed to     to break;but t ill hisfriend!

        toer ion to the suburb.

        It     not as    o    ting out for ry. y and ill-idforsaken by all, o him.

        Eig ten ill noru o live. Is it true t    al? t beyond goodness, prudence,moderation, y, self-sacrifice itself, t trut misfortunes? and t, if man ues for others, he has need ion for himself?

        , as tureexpresses it,    for ourselves; strong, o escape everystorm in spite of t later in life, c our arms, liketaken by nigo him who iseverywhere.

        I yand for to    some neortio gro not because ent to s?

        But s reveries signify to turmoils of most meifled by t givetime to question time to kno ts are in t lease ort price of stock? th.

        But I--poor savage amid all tion, er of myspirit--I    go back y to tions of myc city no longer ival, I rive still to keep t to .
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