THE LOVE OF GOD.

PREAMBLE (FROM LIFE.)

Van Artevelde, Thefe are but words.
Elena. My lord, they’re full of meaning !
Van Artevelde.

# RACE had been faid, and Mamma
} was bufy carving for the large party
of youngfters who fat around the
comfortable dinner-table, when a
little voice from among them called

 

out,

‘¢ Mamma, do you think a giant could fee a carraway feed?”

Now there was no fweet loaf on the table, nor
even on the fideboard—neither had there been any
plum cake in the houfe for fome time—nor were
there any carraway feeds in the bifcuits juft then.
—In hort, there was nothing which could be fup-
pofed to have fuggefted the idea of carraway feeds
to the little boy who made the enquiry. Still he
did make it, and though he went on quietly with
his dinner, he expected to receive an anfwer.

Had the good Lady at the head of the table not
been the mother of a large family, fhe might pof-