their feelings, and putting them, so to speak, beyond the pale of

ordinary life. Did not their near relationship warrant the gentleness

in their tones, the tenderness in their glances? Eugenie took delight

in lulling her cousin's pain with the pretty childish joys of a new-

born love. Are there no sweet similitudes between the birth of love

and the birth of life? Do we not rock the babe with gentle songs and

softest glances? Do we not tell it marvellous tales of the golden

future? Hope herself, does she not spread her radiant wings above its