and accompanying Alice to the street door, begged her to prevail on Edward to send her the required fifteen shillings immediately. We need scarcely say that at a time like this Matilda was not deserted by the affectionate Edward, and that same evening saw Alice busily engaged with the satin.

The trials of Matilda were not however yet at an end, the remains of her little boy were on the following week consigned to the grave, and her place was now by the sick couch of her husband; for many weeks he lingered on, in an illness occasioned by his excessive love of liquor, and which at last terminated in brain fever of which he at length expired in a state of raving madness. It could not be expected that Matilda herself, leaving the Ashtons out of the question, could feel much sorrow that Seaton was no more, for the drunkard drags down to penury and misery all who have the misfortune to be in any way connected with him, and of all vices this one stands pre-eminent for the difficulty of reclaiming its victims.

Edward, immediately on Seaton's death, received Matilda into his own house, and we are happy to record to our young readers, that if she

did not know happiness in the days of her wedded life, it was hers in the days of her widowhood. Temperance, that beautiful virtue, flourished in the humble home of Edward Ashton, ever bringing peace and plenty to the contented hearts of its inmates, whilst drunkenness, that most disgusting of all the vices, which places man beneath the level of the brute creation, had brought poverty, wretchedness, and a premature grave to Henry Seaton.

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9, Rupert Street, Leicester Square.

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BROTHERLY-LOVE;

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The Sisters.

Love your enemies, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that persecute and calumniate you.-Matt. xliv. 48.

DITH and Florence Mortimer were the

eldest daughters of a family of five children, who by the death of their father, when Edith was twenty and Florence seventeen years of age, were thrown with their mother, who had been for years in a weak state of health, on the mercy and charity of this cold and heartless world.

Mr. Mortimer had held for many years the situation of confidential and managing clerk in one of the first commercial houses in the metropolis; and having been paid a good salary,