Chapter 20 "LITTLE JOYCE."

In the cruel fire of sorrow

Cast thy heart, do not faint or wail,

Let thy heart be firm and steady,

Do not let thy spirit quail;

But wait till the trial be over

And take thy heart again;

For as gold is tried by fire,

A heart must be tried by pain.

Adelaide Anne Procter.

"Oh, my lady, what will Doctor Martin say?" exclaime