Speak gently to the erring! That innocence and peace are gone That sin-crushed heart to bear Speak kindly to the erring! Thou yet may'st lead them back, Deal gently with the erring one Gentle star-bespangled evening now retired with all her glittering train. Night advanced to wrap Earth and all her inhabitants in a dark mantle of silence. On Montgomery came and presented Kate with a jewel, the worth of which she could not value until she had examined it very attentively a long time. presenting he said, "God entrusts us with talents, not to hoard them, for mere selfish purposes; but to increase and distribute them, that by doing good to as many as we can, we should make them feel that "every good gift" comes from God, and that through our instrumentality they may be led to glorify the bounteous Giver." This is his present. Night. "Night is the time for rest; How sweet when labors close, To gather round an aching breast Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed! Night is the time for dreams; The gay romance of life, When truth that is and truth that seems Blend in fantastic strife; Ah! visions less beguiling far Than waking dreams of day-light are! Night is the time for toil To plough the classic field, Night is the time to weep; Those graves of memory where sleep Hopes that were angels in their birth, Night is the time to watch; Night is the time for care; Brooding on hours misspent, To see the spectre of Despair Come to our lonely tent; Like Brutus midst his slumbering host Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost. Night is the time to muse; Then from the eye the soul Takes flight and with expanding views Beyond the starry pole, Descries athwart the abyss of night Night is the time to pray; Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, Night is the time for death; When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath, One by one the little groups were broken up, and each individual retired to his own apartment, to seek repose. Kate soon followed their example. She retired, but not to sleep. The scenes of the past day returned to her mind with energy and distinctness as if to leave an indelible impress there. The ghost of wasted hours and days appeared to her, to reproach her for misspending so much precious time. She now recalled the |