child; the apple of my eye!-My only daughter -my joy! It was quite too cold for you out there in the world-on the ice-I knew it ;it is heart-breaking! I had a warm bed prepared for you at home-in my heart, but it was too late! I wrapped you in your first swaddling clothes, my child, my little one-must I now wrap you in your last? Will you no longer hear what I would say to you.-Rosa, Rosa!-Rosa!" And the father's hot heavy tears fell upon the daughter's death-like countenance.

The room had, in the meantime, filled with people, for in the moment of such deep sorrow no one had thought of bolting the door; and it is peculiar to the Swedish public to believe that it has a right to see the bride and the dying if it wishes so to do, and it always does wish it when any circumstance of interest has occurred, because it is endowed with a considerable portion of curiosity.

But it was not alone curiosity which now brought a crowd into the chamber. Professor Norrby was universally known and esteemed in Wisby, and his daughter as universally beloved, whilst the beautiful

relationship and affection which subsisted between father and daughter, was also universally known through the little town. A more than usual sympathy therefore assembled the crowd, and many wept at the scene they witnessed.

But the father's hot tears falling upon the daughter's cold countenance reawoke the benumbed life. She opened her eyes and raised her head, and seeing her father, laid her arms round his neck as she said,

"Do not weep! I am happy! I am with you!" She hid her face in his breast, and a faint flush of returning life suffused it.

Professor Norrby lifted her up in his arms. "She lives!" he exclaimed, "God be praised!”

"She lives! she lives! God be praised!" was murmured by the crowd in the room.

Now rushed in Algott with the physician, whom he had been sent to fetch, and Rosa was borne in

her father's arms into his inner room, where all was silent and still.

THE HOLY COMMUNION.

How the waves dash against the shore! On the shore, where I sketch this picture, they dash and heave themselves up in foam, as if they would possess themselves of the whole little island; and each wave comes onward beyond the last.

But an

invisible hand drives them back; "thus far shalt

go and no further!"

They obey, murmuring

and raging; they must obey, and green stands the island with its groves and gardens, bright in the sunshine and high above the bed of the angry billows.

Hast thou during long days and nights watched by the sick bed of a beloved being; seen the billows of sickness, day by day, dash themselves, as it were, into fury against their life, which day by day seems yielding before it ? if so, thou canst then

understand what were the feelings of Rosa's father by his daughter's sick-bed during many weeks. All the watchful care which love and science could render, surrounded her, but they seemed to combat in vain against the demon of sickness. Wild delirious fantasies shook both body and soul, and caused her to pass again through all the terrible feelings and scenes which had so lately nearly cost her her life.

She fancied herself in tropical lands surrounded by splendid fruits, and enchanting woods, all of which she described very beautifully. She was then surrounded by wild beasts, by venomous hissing serpents. She fled before them, but they pursued her. The hot sands of the desert impeded her steps. She called to her father. But he gave her no answer; and nearer and nearer were heard the roaring lions and the hissing serpents.

She stood at the foot of a rock, and the rock stood in a vast, dreary desert. Her only means of safety were in climbing this rock. She knew it, and made the attempt courageously; but serpents and other terrible creatures stretched out behind

her their blood-thirsty tongues. She ascended the rock, but the wind blew with a fierce heat upon her, and the sands of the desert whirled round her. When she reached the summit she sank down insensible.

When she returned to consciousness the scene had changed. She was wandering across a frozen sea, and beside her stalked silent ghost-like figures. She was suffering from cold and hunger. She saw her father's house on the shore, and she called and prayed him to open the door to her, and again receive her under its beloved roof. She was 66 SO weary, so very weary with the long travel; she had always loved her father beyond all besides on earth, never had been unworthy of his love-how could he be so cruel then, as to shut his door against her!"

Only a father or a mother can understand what Professor Norrby felt during these affecting prayers, these delirious wanderings of his daughter's mind. Sometimes he took her in his arms, upon his knee, and it was only then that she enjoyed a moment's rest. She believed herself at the point