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her arms entered the cathedral one morning when the 

 priest was alone, making the altar neat and tidy, and 

 scraping off some spots of wax which had fallen the pre- 

 ceding night. The woman addressed him in a most 

 earnest and affecting manner, and with due humility 

 unfolded her tale of sorrow. Her child, she said, was 

 suffering under some mortal malady, the skill of the leech 

 had been applied in vain, and she was at last convinced 

 that nothing could save her beauteous babe from the jaws 

 of death but being placed for a moment in the arms of 

 her tutelary saint. The saint's name I forget, but he was 

 stuck up in a niche of the wall, with a neat balcony before 

 him, in the form of a goodly marble statue. The priest 

 was at last moved by her entreaties ; he procured a ladder 

 and ascended to the sacred niche, entered the balcony and 

 placing the babe in the arms of the statue, he asked the 

 grateful mother if she was satisfied. 'Perfectly so,' said 

 the lady, and, carefully removing the ladder, she walked 

 coolly out of the church, leaving her rosy infant, the 

 astonished priest, and the unconscious saint, all equally 

 elevated, there to remain till the next brother of the com- 

 munity should arrive." 



WATERLOO. 



" Brussels, August 3-5. — The first thing which an 

 Englishman is expected, and, indeed, in a great measure 



