Chapter 32 No.32

"'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark,

Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw

Near home;

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye

Will mark our coming, and look brighter

When we come."

We reached home in mid-winter, and found a scene of indescribable desolation, the fire having devastated so many familiar spots in the city's appr