trials of that eventful struggle, and sympathized with him when, owing a duty to his country his eminent qualifications fitted him to discharge, he was the peculiar mark of jealousy which the pressing emergency of the hour forbade him even to notice; he who had admired the greatness with which, with a single eye to his country's good alone, he triumphed over all and won the imperishable title of "Father of his country," "first in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen;" should he dissent from the first and only incident upon which his future fame rested, his success in war, to answer unequivocally as instinct suggested, the simple question of a child?
Perhaps a faint radiance from the opening glories of another sphere just ready to burst upon him, illumined his conceptions at that moment. With a confident voice and a mild assuring look, that met the earnest gaze of Rosalind as her eyes queried the reason of his long silence, he answered, while soul and sense negatived the other answer, which would not have failed to bring on questions he might be still more puzzled to reply to. "I think not, my child."
"Now we will drop our discussion for to-night and sing the rest of the time. I like a stormy evening occasionally. There is such a pleasant contrast between our cheerful room and the howling wind and beating rain outside, but I hope there is no one suffering, especially that little beggar girl. I wonder what has become of her?"
"Then you think there was a beggar at the door?
