The child leaned her ringletted head against her mother's sleeve, gazing on the picture, and murmured as if fascinated: --The beautiful Mabel Hunter! As if fascinated, her eyes rested long upon those demurely taunting eyes and she murmured devotedly: --Isn't she an exquisite creature? And the boy who came in from the street, stamping crookedly under his stone of coal, heard her words. An inaudible voice seemed to caress the soul, telling her names and glories, bidding her arise as for espousal and come away, bidding her look forth, a spouse, from Amana and from the mountains of the leopards; and the soul seemed to answer with the same inaudible voice, surrendering herself: INTER UBERA MEA COMMORABITUR. They were too beautiful to be posted; I kept them myself; I have them all to this hour. Beyond that I only look to the gracious protection of the Divine Being whose strengthening support I humbly solicit, and whom I fervently pra y to look down upon us all.