“Here, Sarah,” said she, in a half-angry tone, “send Mrs. Warburton a dried herring.  Perhaps that will ‘put a taste in her mouth.’”

And a herring was sent!

“It’s a pretty pass, indeed,” said Miss Sarah, as the child closed the door, “when beggars become choosers!”

Only half satisfied with herself, Mrs.—­turned away and made no reply.  How differently did she feel on the night, when, with her own hands, she ministered to the wants of this same suffering child of humanity!  Then her heart, though melted even to tears, felt a bounding gladness, from the consciousness of having relieved the suffering.  Now it was heavy and sad in her bosom, and she could not hush the whispers of an accusing conscience.

Little Charley carried home the herring, and laid it on the bed before his sick mother.  His own little heart was full, for he could not mistake the manner of Mrs.—­for kindness.  Mrs. Warburton looked at the uninviting food, and turned her head away.  After awhile, it did seem to her as if the fish would taste good to her, and she raised herself up with an effort, and breaking off a small piece, put it languidly to her lips.  The morsel thrilled upon the nerve of taste, and she ate the greater part of it with a relish she had not known for many weeks.

In the mean time the heart of Mrs.—­smote her so severely, when all at once she remembered having lost her appetite after a spell of sickness, and the difficulty with which she regained it;—­how during the day, nothing could tempt her to eat, while all night long she would dream of rich banquets, of which she eagerly desired to partake, but which changed to tasteless morsels, when she lifted the inviting food to her lips.  For a time she strove against her feelings, but at last gave up, and ringing for the cook, directed her to broil a couple of thin slices of ham very nicely, make a good cup of tea, and a slice or two of toast.  When this was ready, it was sent in to Mrs. Warburton.  It came just in time, and met the excited appetite of the faint-hearted invalid.  It was like manna in the wilderness, and revived and refreshed her drooping frame.

From this time she gradually regained her appetite and strength; and had the gratification of being able to earn with her own hands enough for the support of her children.

This she continued to do until the expiration of the solitary confinement term of her husband.  How wearily passed the long, long days and nights, as the time approached for her again to look upon the face that had been hid from her sight for three sorrowful years!  The long absence had only excited her affection for him.  Not as the dead had she thought of him, but as of the living, and of the suffering.  Her own deep poverty, sickness, and anxious concern for her children she counted as nothing to his lonely endurance of life.