WITH A WINE-GLASS. 105

bright, wild-eyed child, who had crossed the
road as with winged feet, so agile and go
full of life, assailed by her drunken mother
— struggling. beneath the wheels — dead —
dead in half an hour. The playmate of her
childhood, whom she believed ‘loved her —
poor, faithful, foulish girl —as she loved him :
toying and flirting with one another—a
- painted doll —a characterless girl like that —
unable to walk steadily, and. then bursting
into a senseless quarrel — all — all the doings
of drink. Now, everything had clouded since
she had passed through the park ! She

thanked God when the clock struck twelve,

and pressed her hands tightly on her brow

to shut out the past; but it would return —
again and again, the’ scene winding up in,
Woburn Place with the fearful sufferings of
the poor lady, that she did not perceive
' the candle had flickered out, until she found

herself in’ darkness. There was neither