the face of that husband—­as he bent over and gazed upon the innocent being to which she had given birth—­and marked its glow of pleasure.  But, he did not look into her face—­he had eyes only for his boy! The mother sighed faintly; but he did not hear the sigh.  Her long lashes fell slowly upon her cheeks, and tears stole from beneath them; but he turned away without observing she wept.

The bow of promise, which had spanned the heaven of her mind, faded away; and the light that had lain so warmly upon her path grew dim.  There was love in the heart of her husband only for his child, but none for her.  That dreadful truth came with a shock, felt to the very centre of her being; and, reacting upon her exhausted system, disturbed all its vital functions.  Fever and delirium laid their hands upon her, and for many days the light of life but flickered in the wind that seemed every moment about to extinguish it.

When, at last, through the skill of her physician, the disease abated, and health, though feeble, began to flow once more through her veins; and when reason came back, and with it the outgushing tenderness of the young mother, she found that her babe had been laid upon another breast, and that from another it was to draw the sustenance which nature had supplied for it in her own bosom.

Against this her heart arose in instant rebellion.  But no freedom of choice was left her.  The physician said that her health was too slender to admit of the exhaustion attendant upon nursing her own babe.  The husband would not hear of such a thing for a moment.  And her husband’s mother older-hearted and more worldly-minded than even he, openly sneered at the idea of one in her position degrading herself into a mere child’s nurse!

It was all in vain that Kate pleaded, tearfully, for the mother’s highest privilege.  Those who had the power forced her into a compliance with their will; and the fountain in her bosom, that stirred at the voice of her babe, was suffered to become dry.

From that time, the health of Mrs. Edwards visibly declined; or, rather, was never restored to its previous condition.  She became subject to fainting fits and long periods of depression, from which nothing could arouse her.  The babe, instead of forming a link between her and her husband, became a rival in his affections.  Mr. Edwards worshipped his boy; but, for his wife, had no feeling other than indifference, if not absolute dislike.  All this Kate saw; and it extinguished her last and dearest hope.

To those who could only look upon the surface, Mr. Edwards was regarded as one of the kindest and most attentive of husbands; and when a rumour of his wife’s fits of gloomy depression of spirits went abroad, the fault was attributed to herself, and laid to the charge of a naturally capricious and dissatisfied temper.

“If she had fewer of life’s blessings,” said one, “she would be happier.  The very surplus of every thing makes her appetite pall.”