410 WYLDER'S HAJVD. he was coming to pay me a visit. I never take any, and a little would be so good for you and poor nurse. I'll send some to you." So coming down stairs Eachel said, "Is the Vicar at home?" Yes, he was in the study, and there they found him brushing his seedy hat, and making ready for hia country calls in the neighborhood of the town. The hour was dull without little Fairy; but he would soon be up and out again, and he would steal up now and see him. He could not go out without his little farewell at the bed- side, and he would bring him in some pretty flowers. "You've seen little Fairy?" asked the good Vicar, with a very anxious smile, "and you think him better, dear Miss Lake, don't you?" "Why, I can't say that, because you know, so soon as he's better, he'll be quite well; they make their recoveries all in a moment." "But he does not look worse?" said the Vicar, lifting his eyes eagerly from his boot which he was buttoning on the chair. "'Well, he does look more tired, but that must be till his recovery begins, which will be, please Heaven, im- mediately." And so they talked over the case of the little man, who with Noah and his sons, and the battered soldiers and animals before him, was fighting, though they only dimly knew it, silently in his little bed, the great battle of life or death. - "Mr. Larkin came to me the evening before last," said Rachel, " and told me that the little sum I mentioned — now don't say a word till you have heard me — was not sufficient; so I want to tell you what I have quite resolv- ed on. I have been long intending some time or other to change my place of residence, perhaps I shall go to