struggling forward, and heard them cry to one another joyfully, "Look up! take heart! yonder shines a light to guide us on the way."

   "I have come to speak to you about your work," said the Angel-who-attends-to-things. "It appears to be unsatisfactory."

   "Indeed!" said the man. "I hardly see how that can be. Perhaps you will explain."

   "I will!" said the Angel. "To begin with, the work is slovenly."

   "I was born heedless," said the man. "It is a family failing which I have always regretted."

   "It is ill put together, too;" said the Angel. "The parts do not fit."

   "I never had any eye for proportion," said the man; "I admit it is unfortunate."

   "The whole thing is a botch," said the Angel. "You have put neither brains nor heart into it, and the result is ridiculous

   failure. What do you propose to do about it?"

   "I credited you with more comprehension," said the man. "My faults, such as they are, were born with me. I am sorry that you do not approve of me, but this is the way I was made; do you see?"

   "I see!" said the Angel. He put out a strong white hand, and taking the man by the collar, tumbled him neck and crop into the ditch.

   "What is the meaning of this?" cried the man, as he scrambled out breathless and dripping. "I never saw such behavior. Do you see what you have done? you have ruined my clothes, and nearly drowned me beside."

   "Oh yes!" said the Angel: "this is the way

    I

   was made."

   "Brother," said the little boy, "show me a pretty picture book!"

   "Nay!" said the brother. "I would rather show you this book with the ugly pictures, so that when you come to see ugly things you may know what they are. Look! see this, how hateful it is; and this, how hideous; and here again, this, enough to turn one cold with horror."

   "Oh!" said the child; and he shuddered. "They are horrible indeed; show me more!"

   Next day the brother found the child before a mirror, twisting 

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