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the very light is burning flame, while I shiver with cold. Horror pursues me never again, oh my friend, shall this trembling hand

"Just here came the sweet voice of my little darling. Dear papa,' she said, laying her cool hand on my forehead, 'dear papa, why will you write when you are so ill? You promised mamma to lie still on the sofa if she would go away and get some rest; and very soon you started up and said you must write; and, ever since, I could hear your pen scratch-scratch-so wildlyI am frightened, papa! shall I call mamma? she always persuades you to be so quiet.' "It is even as you see, my dear William


and I shall send this very awful scratch -scratch,' that frightened poor little Charlotte, that you may have some idea of the condition in which one comes out' of an ague fit. I had begun to feel relieved, and thought my fever had subsided, as it probably would have done if I had remained quiet. But the slightest intellectual effort, and particularly the least indulgence of the

imagination, recalls and redoubles the departing horrors. I could with difficulty be persuaded by my little trembler; but after she had enticed me to the sofa, I soon fell asleep, and so remained for two or three hours, when I awoke quite relieved. And this has been the course for a fortnight past. However, I believe I am now quite cured, and I shall endeavour to provide against a recurrence of the evil by all sorts of precautions. The most intelligent people here advocate a depletory course, and think it safe to use tonics only to 'break' the habit of the disease, not to prevent it. I would willingly have submitted to be let blood in the cold stage, a practice much approved, but that, with my constitution, I fear the effects of a habit of bleeding. Poor Rose will have nothing effectual done for her obstinate ague. She has been persuaded by some of the neighbours that it is dangerous to be bled, and equally so to take quinine; so she shakes and burns every other day, and cries and bewails her hard fate most piteously while the fit is on, and the moment

it is off, feels entirely sure she never shall have another, and goes to her work with delighted alacrity. But the poor thing loses strength perceptibly, and we have now two maids who attempt to fill her place, poorly enough. John and his wife both have ague, -fortunately on alternate days, so that they can nurse each other. But Mrs. Sibthorpe is the nurse of all, besides doing much to supply the deficiencies in the clumsy service of the new maids. These treat her as a sister of the craft, and seem disposed to put upon her a regular and very liberal share of the household duties. One of them proposed to her the other day to assist in the washing, and upon her replying that she did not know how to wash, held up her hands and eyes in a paroxysm of virtuous astonishment.

"Not know how to wash! Well! I should think it was high time you did! Every woman that is a woman had orter know how to wash.'


Florella, who was highly amused, led the damsel on by saying that she had not lived where such things were customary.

"Why! I'spose somebody washed, didn't they? I should ha' thought you'd have wanted to help! Now the woman I lived with afore I come here was as pretty a woman to live with as ever I'd wish to see. Me and her used to work together all the forenoon, and then after dinner we'd set down and take comfort, or go and drink tea with some of the neighbours. That's my notion! There war'n't no pride about Miss Mucklewain.'

"That lady's disinterested admirer, however, has so much of this same troublesome quality, that I have written to Detroit to procure some domestics of a different cast. Florella puts up with this sort of impertinence with immovable patience and good humour, and even declares that the exercise which she is obliged to take in order to keep things tolerably comfortable is decidedly beneficial to her health and spirits. But it is easy to perceive that there must be an end to this view of the case. This accumulation of petty cares steals away one's whole time, and it is too uncongenial not in a little while

to affect the spirits also. But we do not despair. It can hardly be that this lack of good household service should prove an insurmountable evil. It is a standing marvel to me that people who are such worshippers of common sense and practical utility as the Americans should have made so prodigious a blunder as to this matter. They will embrace the most odious, filthy, and debasing callings for the sake of making money; yet the mere name of a difference in rank is sufficient to drive them from one that is comparatively easy, and in all civilised countries respectable, according to the real worth of those who exercise it; while the remuneration is, or might be, large, in comparison with any thing which the parties could earn in any other way. In England, though 'service is no inheritance,' according to the proverb, yet it is a very excellent business, and its rules are as well defined, and its claims as willingly acknowledged, as those of any other useful art. The relation between employer and employed is so well understood, that one party is as little liable

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