tempter now; he had long laid in wait for her soul, and now, while it
oscillated and wavered, how triumphant he was; how defiantly he lifted
his lurid brow towards the Almighty, while he spread out the snare for
that tempted, trembling one! but let us listen--for angels guard her,
and watch, with sorrowful eyes, the dread conflict, while they pray for
heavenly strength to sustain her--let us listen to the words which go
up from that heart, so stilly and whispered that they scarcely reach
our ears, while in Heaven they ring out clear, and sweet, and
sorrowful,--"Sweet Jesus! merciful Jesus! suffering, calumniated dying
Jesus, pity me--rescue me," she murmured, folding her cold hands
together. Far away fled the powers of darkness, and left only the
sweetness and peace of that potent deliverer, JESUS, in her soul. Once
more the angels of her life looked up rejoicing, and spread their wings
of light about her way. _Without_, there had been an exterior calm;
but it was like that gray, sad stillness, which mantles the storm. Now
there was sunshine as well as calm.

"What shall I do, May?" said Helen, who had been reading the paper.

"We must try and make a nice supper, as my uncle wishes, Helen. I will
make waffles and tea-biscuits, if you wish it, and we can order cake
from Delaro's. I think this, with chipped ham, tea, and coffee, will
be sufficient."

"Thank you, May. I am so ignorant; if you will only do it all for me,
I shall be so obliged to you. You know I shall have to dress, and it
takes me so long to arrange my hair gracefully. I wish, sometimes,
that I had none--it is so troublesome," said the selfish girl.

"Yes," said May, after a little while, "I will attend to it. My dress