My New Curate Part 57

"Amico, Io vivendo cercava conforto Nel Monte Parna.s.so; Tu, meglio consigliato, cercalo Nel Calvario."

[Ill.u.s.tration: Waiting for my New Curate.]

I placed this last testament in the folds of the lace, tied the parcel carefully, carefully put it away, and, after the untasted dinner had been removed, I lowered the lamp-flame, and sat, G.o.d only knows how lonely! as I had sat twelve months before, in my arm-chair, listening for the patter of the horse's hoofs, and the knock at the door, and the sounds of alighting, that were to mark the advent of

MY NEW CURATE.