curtains, in a luxurious home; it was to have been welcomed with joy

to a life rich in all the good things of this world; and now Heaven

had ordained that it should be born in this humble retreat, that it

should not even receive a kiss from its mother, for when the

fisherman's wife laid the child upon the mother's bosom, it rested

on a heart that beat no more- she was dead.

The child that was to have been reared amid wealth and luxury

was cast into the world, washed by the sea among the sand-hills to