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lought there never had been such a " dear little irl." • I have been told that, from my earliest days, have always been naturally gay, preferring even, rhen quite tiny, to laugh rather than cry. This isposition has, through life, been a very great lessing, for it has continually enabled me to find njoyment in the smallest things. I was still a aby when, during the absence of her husband in England, my mother was suddenly awakened one ight by a bright light thrown on her face and a ruff voice saying: "Come, come, ma'am, you've ot gold in this yere house, and unless you >rk it out I'll do away with yur young un." lereupon he turned his lantern on a second ruf-an, of whose presence my mother was unaware ntil she saw him holding me in one hand, while ith the other he brandished a dangerous-looking nife. " See 'ere," said this one in a whisper, " I'm ssperate, I am; fork it out, or I'll run your lamb-in through !" All unconscious of the death that •as^ threatening me, I kept crowing merrily, and ying to catch at the rough fellow's shaggy beard, ly mother remained silent for a moment, think-ig that their hearts would surely be softened by le blandishments of her little one; but seeing lat these had no effect, and that the knife was