nanimously to the inevitable, instead of deploring and beseeching that they may escape from it? And so from generation to generation, whilst the world tumbles into ruins around them, or the laws of nature, deaf to their murmur, pursue their unvarying course. I imagined that my daughter Iwould have known better!"

"But the drops which fall unceasingly penetrate the rock by degrees-that also is a law of nature, dear father!" said Rosa, with humility, "and when did I knock so long at your door, dear father, and you did not open it to me?"

"I know that," returned he, half impatiently, "human beings measure and judge the eternal laws according to their small measurement. That which is written is written!"

"But it may so happen, dear father, that the eternal laws embrace the conquering power of free will and love; and it also stands written, 'that they who seek shall find!'" replied Rosa submissively as before.

Her father shrugged his shoulders impatiently.

"Oh my father, forbid me not to hope; forbid

me not to attempt!" besought Rosa, as she took his hands, kissed them and held them between hers. "Be kind to your little daughter, as you always have been!-I have, indeed, your promise. We set off the day after to-morrow."

"Do as you like," said her father, withdrawing his hand, and turning away his head with an expression which seemed to say that he wished to be alone.

Rosa looked for a moment silently at her father, whilst he seemed sunk in gloomy thoughts, and the darkened eyes stared into the dark abyss. She then wiped away a few tears, and went to prepare everything for the proposed journey.

The tidings of this operated upon the rest of the family like an actual deliverance from captivity.

"Thank Heaven that you have managed it!" exclaimed Mrs. Carlander, joyfully; "Thank Heaven that you came, that you are taking him with you to Stockholm, where there are really such clever physicians. Now all may be right again. But don't forget my medicine, and persuade him to take it, for it has helped many whom doctors

could not help; and has lately cured a farmer in the neighbourhood, who was affected just in the same way as your father. Ah, my chicken! what a good thing it is you came, and that you will take him back with you. But my medicine, my medicine; don't forget my medicine! that is and will be my last word!"

Nobody was happier about the journey than Paul Petterson, who was to accompany them. This was Rosa's wish, who considered him necessary on account of her father, and who well knew the useful qualifications of this faithful servant. And Petterson was both proud and happy to be able to exhibit his many-sided scheni, and so doing serve his beloved master and mistress, to say nothing of seeing once more his "beloved friend and flower of love," little Johanna.

JOURNEY AND RETURN-NEW PLANS.

DURING the following summer-months, two strangers were seen in some of the northern capitals of Europe, who, wherever they came, awoke sympathising attention. It was a tall, elderly gentleman of noble appearance, but whose blind eyes could not discern the light of day, and a young lady of delicate figure, and attractive demeanour, who with daughterly tenderness and fidelity was continually by his side. Sometimes they were attended by a servant out of livery, who regarded people and things, as he passed them by, with a certain air of high-bred indifference, and evidently appeared to consider nothing worth his regard except the two persons whom he attended.

When the summer wore to an end, and its flowers and harvest had fallen before the scythe and sickle

of the peasant, the same two persons might be seen passing under the beautiful arches of the ruined church of St. Nicholas at Wisby, the same elderly man, the same young woman.

His appearance was more healthy than it had been a few months previously, but the expression of the countenance was, as before, gloomy. She seemed to be considerably older in this short time, and an expression of pain and anxiety had stamped itself upon her formerly smooth brow. A shadow of the elderly man's darkness seemed to have fallen upon her. Yet her glance was firm and calm, and seemed to express,

"I wait and bide my time till the morning star shall have risen."

It was now the close of August, and the evening was unusually warm and sultry. No refreshing breeze blew from the sea. The old and the young sate silently in the cool shadow, whilst her questioning gaze was cast upwards to the stars which, bright and friendly, glanced in through the broken arches, and he, bowed forward, stared as into the earth. At length he said,