Chapter 11 LITTLE ERMINIE.

"Sleep, little baby, sleep,

Not in thy cradle bed,

Not on thy mother's breast,

But with the quiet dead."

-Mrs. Southey.

Into the great dark gulf of the Past, nearly two years, like two waves from an ever-flowing sea, had vanished, freighted with their usual modicum of sorrow, joy, happiness, and despair.

And what changes had those