AND HER KIND FRIEND RACHEL. BY THE AUTHORS OF "THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD," ETC. ETC. "Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God." MATT. V. 8. WITH COLOURED FRONTISPIECE. LONDON: ROUTLEDGE, WARNE, & ROUTLEDGE, BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL. 1864. There is a fountain filled with blood, "MISS RACHEL," said little Martha Still, "I've learned my hymn, every verse; and I think it's quite beautiful; but I don't know what it means. And mother says she don't. And mother said I was to tell you I'd have brought the eggs before, only I was ill." On Miss Rachel was rather an oldish lady, dressed in a rich black silk gown. her head was a white lace cap, so fine and thin that it looked like a spider's B web, and on her hands were black lace mittens. She wore high-heeled shoes, with bright buckles and black rosettes, a little black silk apron with pockets, a bright gold watch and chain, and on her nose was a pair of gold spectacles. These she pulled off, and looked at Martha. "So you've been ill, you little thing?" she said. "Well, how do you do now?-you don't look very flourishing." "I don't know what flourishing means," said Martha, Martha, "but mother says I aint quite stout yet." "Stout!" said Miss Rachel, —“I should think not. You are just about as big as my little finger. And so you don't know what the hymn means, eh ?" "No, ma'am, please," said Martha, dropping a courtesy. "And mother says she don't." "I fancy not," said Miss Rachel. "If |