"I have nothing," said he, as he pressed his wife to his bosom; "my property was not insured, and I have returned poorer than I left you."" My dearest William," said Lucy, "we have enough to supply us with the necessaries of life, and you have brought me, what is above all riches, your own affection; you are returned at last, and I am perfectly happy. Well did my father say to me, 'God is a God that hideth himself; but, God is love." " "O'tis not a tear! "O'tis a tear! Too true a tear; for no sad eyne, How sad so e'er, Raine so true a tear as thine." Richard Crashaw. THE CHILDHOOD OF CHARLES SPENCER. WRITTEN BY HIMSELF AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN. I NEVER could believe that there was not such a person as the real Robinson Crusoe: some one told me, when first I read the account of his adventures, that they were written by an author whose name was Defoe. I could not help doubting."Defoe has been suspected," it was added, "of having unjustly given himself out as the writer of Robinson Crusoe, but he really composed the story from the journal of Alexander Selkirk; a man, whose residence on a desert island in many circumstances resembled that of Robinson Crusoe. I thought this account more probable. I felt highly indignant at the conduct of Defoe, but still I could hardly believe that Robinson |