Nothing for the spent toiler to do, but to compare the monotony of his seventh day with the monotony of his six days, think what a weary life he led, and make the best of it—or the worst, according to

Shall he have the pleasure of directing the messenger to ask if there are any letters for you?’‘I thank him, but I know there can be none.’‘We are afraid,’ said Pet, sitting down beside her, shyly and