I am not surprised at side my  is only by living, as top story, t one comes to kno t rays, and t aterfly sometimes ventures among ttic,and 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 morning  of ourfirst years of life. too, tly, t, and tude, o be ties: atstarting, so readily made ed; and at tter disappointment or reality! ts or in precipices!  first, so muc at last?  to make it unfit for happiness?

    Must o ignorance if er all, to find rest only inan eternal childhood?

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

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

    I distrust botellect and 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 almanac ten in large letters: quot;FEtE DIEU!quot;

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

    recollections 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 one to anoturns admiring religious scenes of tions of ttles in tyle of Louis XIV,and tomsseemed to be coming 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 manifesting, but also hin us.

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

    It  sacrifice!

    ted, and tabernacle dressed  one ing fit to cro ree givenme 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 alone to keep back my treasure? Ougo grudge to God one ofts  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 nonessed tion 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 on certain days, but at time it continued t, and a trustfulness from coming, at least from staying  being alone,I soon took  again, like ts courage, becauseit s mot t confidence ofmy c God is here?

    range tion 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 melanc perant lesson. ,if I rusted more to  y? It may be t  possible  on condition of living like a coties of eac comes, and trusting in ther for all besides.

    to strengt 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 moredignified attitude: 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.

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

    t  its way.

    ill  o  ted all t repelled by oter, and ake o content . 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, under tis planted by Maurice. And, even ing-needles; rials;  ionately on t bowed neck,and 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.

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

    A stifled voice replied:

    quot;God!quot;

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

    It  I first kne to see tletoll-old me  stories,and let me gaternalattractiveness, o all ed to everytlepatience; and cs of ioners, ed , quot;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 recommend  cion to it. So any ot.

    S interest 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 toinettes needle ly  of everyt tradesmen refused to give .

    ely  to tely and engaged to pay ttoinette 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 oinette became to er, for o provide. It  timesince t o stentions s  to dispel oucimes expressed   topped.  le  bend over, but could not read. Intruttle to do so; o took toinette sucrials  still toenjoy her company.

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

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

    At t of my uncle, so :

    quot;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-ice andforsaken by all, o him.

    Eig ten ill noruction 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 of religion 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 neorc continues to gro not because ent to s?

    But s reveries signify to turmoils of most men are stifled 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 can go back y to tions of myc city no longer ival, I rive still to keep t to .