GOLD RING, 21 as my husband came in front of the snop, I saw them beckon him in. It was a sad moment for me. “Oh George,” said I, though 1 knew he could not hear me, “ go on ; remember your poor wife and your starving children !” My heart sunk within me, when I saw him stop and turn towards the door. He shook hands with his old associates: they appeared to offer him their glasses: I saw him shake his head and pass on. “Thank God,” said I, and ran down the hill, with a light step, and seizing my baby at the cottage door, 1 literally covered it with kisses, and bathed it in tears of joy. About ten o’clock, Richard Lane, the Squire’s office-boy, brought in a piece of meat and some meal, saying my husband sent word, that he could not be home till night, as he was at work on the Squire’s barn. Richard added, that the Squire had engaged him for two months. He came home early, and the children ran down the hill to meet him. He was grave, but cheerful. “ 1 have prayed for you, dear husband,” • said 1. “ And a merciful God has supported
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