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Thus lodged, I was not, at least-at the commencement of the night, cold.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

It plained of its gaping wounds, its inward bleeding, its riven chords.

It trembled for Mr. Rochester and his doom; it bemoaned him with bitter pity; it demanded him with ceaseless longing; and, impotent as a bird with both wings broken, it still quivered its shattered pinions in vain attempts to seek him.

Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees.

Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

I had risen to my knees to pray for Mr. Rochester.

Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way.

Remembering what it was-what countless systems there swept space like a soft trace of light-I felt the might and strength of God.

Sure was I of His efficiency to save what He had made: convinced I grew that neither earth should perish, nor one of the souls it treasured.

I turned my prayer to thanksgiving: the Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits.

Mr. Rochester was safe; he was God's, and by God would he be guarded.

I again nestled to the breast of the hill; and ere long in sleep forgot sorrow.

But next day, Want came to me pale and bare.

Long after the little birds had left their nests; long after bees had come in the sweet prime of day to gather the heath honey before the dew was dried-when the long morning shadows were curtailed, and the sun filled earth and sky-I got up, and I looked round me.

What a still, hot, perfect day! What a golden desert this spreading moor! Everywhere sunshine.

I wished I could live in it and on it.

I saw a lizard run over the crag; I saw a bee busy among the sweet bilberries.

I would fain at the moment have become bee or lizard, that I might have found fitting nutriment, permanent shelter here.

But I was a human being, and had a human being's wants: I must not linger where there was nothing to supply them.

I rose; I looked back at the bed I had left.

Hopeless of the future, I wished but this-that my Maker had that night thought good to require my soul of me while I slept; and that this weary frame, absolved by death from further conflict with fate, had now but to decay quietly, and mingle in peace with the soil of this wilderness.

Life, however, was yet in my possession, with all its requirements, and pains, and responsibilities.

The burden must be carried; the want provided for; the suffering endured; the responsibility fulfilled.

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