At this moment the eyes of the angel sparkled with a flame so

dazzling, that Narzim could not endure its brightness. He prostrated

himself on the ground, and on rising, beheld neither the angel nor

his dungeon, nor the wretch who shared his chains. His eyes opened;

he awoke; daylight was shining into his cottage; Elima and Missour

still reposed there. Narzim had lost nothing; he felt his heart

expand with joy. It flowed into it as from an inexhaustible fountain,

which the words of the angel had unsealed. There was strength in his

soul, and it seemed to communicate itself to his limbs. He appeared

to himself to have passed over the days of his childhood, to such an

extent did a new vigour animate his whole being. The virtue he had

just contemplated presented itself to him, with all his duties; and

in the fulfilment of these duties he perceived the seeds of happiness.

"Mother," said he to Missour, as soon as she had opened her eyes to

the dawning day, "I complained of misery without thinking that I had

not yet purchased happiness. Solely occupied in sharing the sports

of Elima, I have too far prolonged my childhood, and your tenderness

for me has too long forgotten the years which, as they pass, ought to

bring with them the time for labour. Look at the arms of Narzim, they

are strong, and shall cultivate for you our field of rice."

His mother smiled, and placed in his hands the instruments of labour.

Narzim learned to use them, and use increased his strength. Missour

was no longer overpowered by fatigue, nor was the end of her days

overshadowed by that despair which an exhausted body sheds over a

sick mind. Joy again returned to the lips of Elima, and to the eyes

of Narzim. Sometimes he raised them towards heaven, as he had done

at the moment when he first learned how much he loved virtue: then

his soul became filled with a holy and sweet confidence, and with a

deep sense of gratitude towards that great Being who has placed in

the heart of man the germ of a happiness of which nothing can deprive

him, but his own will.

THE END.

WYMAN AND SONS, PRINTERS, GREAT QUEEN STREET, LONDON.

Transcriber's note

Obvious printer errors have been silently corrected. Original

spelling was kept. Variant spellings were made consistent when a

predominant preference was found.

Chapter headings have been harmonized and made consistent both

in text and in Table of Contents. Illustrations have been moved

so that they do not break up paragraphs while remaining close to

the text they illustrate.

The following changes were made:

Page v: in the Table of Contents, page '313' replaced by page

'309'

Page 46: 'on' replaced by 'in' (in twenty-four days)

Page 70: 'Juliet' replaced by 'Juliette' (Madame de la Fère

turned to Juliette)

Page 102: 'be' inserted (What is to be done?)

Page 109: 'come' replaced by 'came' (Suzette, who had followed

her, came forward eating)

Page 256: 'together:' replaced by 'together!' (she said, "we

shall make it together!")

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