One would have said that poor old Lizzy,in her busy,lonely,humble life,had had little time to make friends;but now they seemed to start up everywhere,——old and young,rich and poor,high and low;for her eternal virtues.

A young lady dressed in black,suddenly ran out from the bushes,with her servant followed.Her beautiful eyelashes quivered and then tears filled with her big,black eyes.She hugged the small coffin,kept calling her nanny's name.She still remembered that coarse hands which brought her to the world,that smiling face which helped her got over the lonely hight,and that strong shoulder,used to carry her in the garden.The young girl cried out her sadness.