"You won't let them hurt me, will you, dear?" said the poor, frightened victim of a terrible mania.
"Nothing will hurt you, father," answered Mary, in a voice that showed her mind to be clear, and fully conscious of her parent's true condition.
She had seen him thus before. Ah! what an experience for a child!
"You're an angel—my good angel, Mary," he murmured, in a voice yet trembling with fear. "Pray for me, my child. Oh, ask your Father in heaven to save me from these dreadful creatures. There now!" he cried, rising up suddenly, and looking toward the door. "Keep out! Go away! You can't come in here. This is Mary's room; and she's an angel. Ah, ha! I knew you wouldn't' dare come in here—
"A single saint can put to flight,
Ten thousand blustering sons of night"
He added in a half-wandering way, yet with an assured voice, as he laid himself back upon
