persons were more zealous to employ the means of little kindnesses to their fellow-creatures, if they considered them as members of their own family, really brothers and sisters, how many burdens would be lightened, what a harvest of smiles we should have on faces now sour and steril.
CHAPTER IV.
A POOR MAN'S JOURNEY.
It was a lovely morning in June when Uncle Phil set forth for New-York with his invalid daughter. Ineffable happiness shone through his honest face, and there was a slight flush of hope and expectation on Charlotte's usually pale and tranquil countenance as she half rebuked Susan's last sanguine expression—
"You will come home as well as I am, I know you will, Lottie!"
"Not well—oh, no, Susy, but better, I expect—I mean, I hope."
"Better, then, if you are, that is to say, a great deal better——I shall be satisfied, sha'n't you, Harry?"
"I shall be satisfied that it was best for her to go, if she is any better."
"I trust we shall all be satisfied with God's will, whatever it may be," said Charlotte, turning her eye full of gratitude upon Harry. Harry arranged her cushions as nobody else could
