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ing upon earth to enjoy that new delight - divided her breast. Among the echoes, then, there would arise the sound of footsteps at her own early grave; and thoughts of the husband who would be left so desolate, and who would mourn for her so much, swelled to her eyes, and broke like waves.

“ That time passed ; and her little Lucie lay on her bosom. Then, among the advancing echoes, there was the tread of her tiny feet and the sound of her prattling words. Let greater echoes resound as they would, the young mother at the cradle-side could always hear those coming. They came, and the shady house was sunny with a child's laugh; and the divine Friend of children, to whom, in her trouble, she had confided hers, seemed to take her child in his arms as he took the child of old, and made it a sacred joy to her.

Ever busily winding the golden thread that bound them all together, weaving the service of her happy influence through the tissue of all their lives, and making it predominate nowhere, Lucie heard in the echoes of years none but friendly and soothing sounds. Her husband's step was strong and prosperous among them; her father's firm and equal. Lo, Miss Pross, in harness of string, awakening the echoes, as an unruly charger, whip-corrected, snorting, and pawing the earth under the plane-tree in the garden !

- Even when there were sounds of sorrow among the rest, they were not harsh nor cruel. Even when golden

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hair, like her own, lay in a halo on a pillow round the worn face of a little boy, and he said with a radiant smile, “Dear papa and mamma, I am very sorry to leave you both, and to leave my pretty sister ; but I am called, and I must go !' – those were not tears all of agony that wetted his young mother's cheek as the spirit departed from her embrace that had been intrusted to it. Suffer them, and forbid them not. They see my Father's face. O Father, blessed words !

“ Thus the rustling of an angel's wings got blended with the other echoes; and they were not wholly of earth, but had in them that breath of heaven. Sighs of the winds that blew over a little garden-tomb were mingled with them also ; and both were audible to Lucie in a hushed murmur, - like the breathing of a summer sea asleep upon a sandy shore, -as the little Lucie, comically studious at the task of the morning, or dressing a doll at her mother's footstool, chattered in the tongues of the two cities that were blended in her life.”

CHAPTER XIV.

AMERICAN POPULARITY.

The Diamond Edition. - Portraits of Mr. Dickens.

Our Mutual Friend.

" Give me the boon of love:

Renown is but a breath,
Whose loudest echo ever floats
From out the halls of death."

H. T. TUCKERMAN.

A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver or gold.” – PROy. xxii, 1.

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N America, the popularity of Mr. Dickens
is now as great, probably, as in his own
country. The picture-stores present his
portrait in an endless variety of forms, –

standing, sitting, writing. Magazines and weekly literary periodicals are illustrated with pictures of him and of his place of residence. The rich and the poor respect his memory; for hearts everywhere in our broad land have been cheered and blessed by the writings of Charles Dickens. Even the prisoner in his cell has been blessed with the memory of his sweet, ennobling words. At the State Prison in Massachusetts, the convicts once

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were allowed a Christmas festival, when the warden,* read to them in the chapel from Dickens's “ Christmas Carol.”

James T. Fields, his Boston publisher, bears testimony of Mr. Dickens, which would lead one to suppose this reading of his “ Carol ” to prisoners would especially delight his benevolent heart; for as Mr. Fields testi fies :

“ When he came into the presence of squalid or de graded persons, such as one sometimes encounters in almshouses or prisons, he had such soothing words to scatter here and there, that those who had been most hurt by the archers' listened gladly, and loved him without knowing who it was that found it in his heart to speak so kindly to them.”

Various editions of the works of Dickens have been published in this country, of which the diamond edition is perhaps the most popular. The books are small enough to take with one on a journey, and well illustrated; while the type, though small, is clear, and easily read. “Of the many portraits of Charles Dickens, that which has the approval of Dickens himself is by Eytinge, the illustrator of the diamond edition, and published by Ticknor & Fields. The por

* Hon. Gideon Haynes, author of Prison-Life.

trait is as near faultless as art can make one. As the picture represents him, he is at his desk, pen in hand, the head turned a little one side, wonderfully expressive of the state of mind when considering how to do it.''

The first volume given to readers in that elegant little diamond edition, was “Our Mutual Friend." This contains many fine passages, exquisite in expression, and of lofty sentiment. One of those sentences which shines like a diamond among pebbles is this: “Evil often stops short at itself, and dies with the doer of it; but good, never.” When one reads the inimitable stories of Dickens with an unprejudiced mind and liberal heart, one must adopt the language of Thackeray, and say,

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“I may quarrel with Mr. Dickens's art a thousand times ; I delight and wonder at his genius; I recognize in it -- I speak with awe and reverence a commission from that divine Beneficence whose blessed task we know it will one day be to wipe every tear from every eye.

“ Thankfully I take my share of the feast of love and kindness which this gentle and generous and charitable soul has contributed to the happiness of the world. I take and enjoy my share, and say a benediction for the meal."

In order to pass rapidly on to a mention of Mr. Dick

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