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32 Third Class. her to venture. She cheers up at this, and looks as if a load were taken off her mind. We reach the last station before Westermouth, and the collector comes up for our tickets. He exchanges a little friendly chaff with our party. “There!” exclaims the pale-faced girl, regretfully, as he closes the door of our carriage, ‘‘that’s the last man we shall speak to for a month.” For the next few minutes we busy ourselves in shaking out our skirts, we re-tie our bonnet strings, straighten our hats, and sort out our bundles. After three hours’ intercourse, it seems a little sad to gO upon our separate ways, and like Christian in the “ Pilgrim’s Pro- egress,” to “see their faces no more.” But Westermouth platform is now beside us, and we bid each other a friendly good-bye. ‘The little washerwoman grasps my hand, and fixes her bright eyes on mine, as she says : ‘““T hope I shall meet you again—in Heaven.” I hope she may. SS ESS SONNET. ALONG the morning sky the Angel came, And through the window lke a sunbeam passed, Silent and bright A startled look she cast Upon his long white wings and brow of flame. ‘““ Hail Mary, full of grace,” said he. ‘The name, Like long-expected music come at last, By earth was heard. But when with virgin shame Pure Mary shrank beneath the Heavens vast, All through the sad long suffering word there ran A throb of fear and awe lest this poor maid The great boon should deny to sinful man. ‘Behold the handmaid of the Lord,” she said. Then gladness like a belt the earth did span : The Angel smiled, and back to Heaven fled. JuLIA KAVANAGH Gomichbooks.co