180 SHADOWS IN THE PICTURE.

the brim, and now that all-wise Governor of human
affairs, who doth not afflict willingly, but chastens for
profit, and to make men partakers of his holiness, saw —
fit to add some bitter drops. Carl had been tried with
one class of afflictions; he was now to experience
another. He had been left an orphan ; he had become
an exile; he had been subjected to annoyance and
scorn ; he had been pinched by want, and he had been
cut short in his career of education: the time was come
when he must be Jaid on a bed of illness.

Having left Spring Hill in fine spirits, he accompanied .
Dr. Smith and Mary to their sweet cottage, and sat
himself down at his fragrant window. The dahlias in
the garden stood in a gorgeous show, and the grapes
hung in heavy clusters over the arbour. Myriads of
bees hummed in the trees, and summer-birds sailed in
circles around the elms. Carl was placid, but not
altogether at ease. An unusual languor weighed on his
limbs ; and while all was warm around him, he felt
himself shivering with cold. His strength and appetite
forsook him, and when the evening meal was announced,
Dr. Smith found him stretched upon his bed, flushed,
and full of pain. His disease soon proved to be a
violent fever. It was a kind providence that he was
in the house of an intelligent and conscientious phy-
sician, who was at the same time his good friend, and
that he was consigned to such nursing as that of Mary
Smith, He needed these attentions, for the malady