He understood the trick, did David.
There was a sweet dream under each pillow that night; and the birth-day on which Alice thought to be miserable, was the happiest of her life.
“Bless me, Brother Bill!” exclaimed Uncle Tom, “if you aint smoking nothing but dust and ashes.”
“I declare, I believe you are right,” answered my father, somewhat confused, and making a careful examination of his pipe.
“Good-nights!” were passed, and we all went to bed with happy hearts.
Painted by Brockdon Engraved by F. Humphreys
NATURE’S TRIUMPH.
Engraved Expressly for Graham’s Magazine