Travaux publics . pierre dure, à qui, sans aucun doute, l'approbation des angelswere heureux.  ? Vous avez été joyeux, filles, dit le moine. Vous savez comment la lumière de coeur sweet Alice est theeldest a répondu, soeur, passant ses doigts dans les tresses de thesmiling fille. Et quelle joie et bonne humeur il réveille, withinus à voir toute la nature la transmission de luminosité et de soleil,père,* ajouté Alice, rougissant sous le regard sévère de la recluse. Le moine ne répondit pas, sauf par une inclinaison de la tête, grave et les sœurs poursuivent leur tâche dans le silence. * Toujours gaspiller les précieuses heures, dit le moine au tournant à longueur

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Works . hard stone, —at which, no doubt, approving angelswere gratified. ? Ye were merry, daughters, said the monk. You know how light of heart sweet Alice is, replied theeldest sister, passing her fingers through the tresses of thesmiling girl. And what joy and cheerfulness it wakes up withinus, to see all nature beaming in brightness and sunshine, father, * added Alice, blushing beneath the stern look of the recluse. The monk answered not, save by a grave inclination ofthe head, and the sisters pursued their task in silence. * Still wasting the precious hours, said the monk at length, turning to the eldest sister as he spoke, still wasting theprecious hours on this vain trifling. Alas, alas! that the fewbubbles on the surface of eternity—all that Heaven wills weshould see of that dark deep stream—should be so lightlyscattered! Father, urged the maiden, pausing, as did each of theothers, in her busy task, we have prayed at matins, ourdaily alms have been distributed at the gate, the sick. THE FRIAR. 73 peasants have been tended, —all our morning tasks have beenperformed. I hope our occupation is a blameless 0116? 4See here, 1 said the friar, taking the frame from her hand, an intricate winding of gaudy colours, without purpose orobject, unless it be that one day it is destined for somevain ornament to minister to the pride of your frail andgiddy sex. Day after day has been employed upon thissenseless task and yet it is not half accomplished. The shadeof each departed day falls upon our graves, and the wormexults as he beholds it, to know that we are hastening thither.Daughters, is there no better way to pass the fleeting hours ? The four elder sisters cast down their eyes as if abashedby the holy mans reproof, but Alice raised hers, and bentthem mildly on the friar. 4 Our dear mother, said the maiden; 4 Heaven rest hersoul! 4 Amen !1 cried the friar in a deep voice. Our dear mother, 1 faltered the fair Alice, 4 was livingwhen these long tasks began, and bade us, wh

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