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184 REYNOLDS’ WORKS into each other’s arms were it not a public place and people were proceeding hither and thither. “Let us not despond, dearest sister,’ said Christian, suddenly wiping his eyes. ‘“ That which Mr. Preston did not do for me I must now endeavour to achieve for myself. I will seek for a situation that may enable me to earn at least something, and I will work hard, dear Christina, to keep us both in respectability.” ‘“ And I too will work, Christian,’ replied the sister. ‘‘ No, we will not despond. We have the advantage of a good education, and it will be hard indeed if we cannot earn our bread by our industry.” The brother and sister were inspired with courage by the resolve to which they had thus come. The tears no longer stood in their eyes, their hearts were no longer smitten with sadness. They had a fond reliance upon each other; they had faith in Heaven. Youth, moreover, is not the age which is prone to despair, and thus they were even happy. As they proceeded homeward they discussed the plans which they should immediately pursue. They agreed. that it would be no longer prudent to occupy a lodging at twenty-five shillings a week, and they decided on speaking at once to Mrs. Macaulay about giving it up. When they reached Mortimer Street, their landlady, who was somewhat anxiously on the lookout for them, hastened to open the front door, and invited them into her own parlour. They frankly explained their position, expressed their desire to remove as speedily as possible into a cheaper lodging, and with equal candour informed Mrs. Macaulay that they were now entirely dependent on themselves. They possessed a good stock of clothes, and they had some fourteen or fifteen pounds in hand, besides a few articles of jewelry of some little value. ‘Well, my poor children,” said Mrs. Macaulay, “I am sure | am exceedingly sorry for you, and if there is anything in the world I can do to help you, it shall be done. I know a very worthy widow woman who lives in a small house in Park Street, Camden Town, and I happen to be aware that her lodgings are at this very moment to let. You would get two nice rooms for ten shillings a week, and you may give me as a reference. As for your lodgings here, I won’t be hard upon you, considering how you are situated. Gomiilcboo S) (E(0)