It was late in the afternoon when Mr Philip Ashton walked up to the door of his residence in Portman-square. His hand touched the knocker irresolutely. It must be done, he said to himself. May strength be given to all of them to bear the blow! His hand shook as he rapped. The hall door flew open, a servant in handsome livery stood ready to take his hat and gloves. As he entered the drawing-room his wife and daughters rose to welcome him, with affection beaming in their eyes, as did his three sons, who had just arrived at home from different directions. Dear papa, you are not well, exclaimed Sophy, his eldest daughter, leading him to a seat. Philip, what is the matter? asked his wife, leaning over him. Sit down, dears, and I will tell you, he answered, pressing her hand. A severe trial has come upon us, but- Dear Leonard, nothing has happened to him, I pray? gasped out Mrs Ashton. Leonard was a sailor son, the only one now absent. Thank Heaven he is well; I had a letter from him only to-day, answered Mr Ashton. Many mercies are granted us, and I trust, therefore, that you will all submit to be deprived, without murmuring, of the wealth we hitherto have thought our own. Dear ones, the law-suit has been decided against us! The young Ashtons were silent for some minutes, but presently recovered themselves. We can all work, exclaimed the three sons, in a breath. Our happiness does not consist in this, said Sophy, glancing round the room, We will make the smallest cottage comfortable for you, mamma. I am sure we can, and do all the work ourselves, cried Fanny, her next sister. I can make a pudding, and churn, and could soon learn how to milk a cow, said Agnes, the third daughter, laughing. I have always wished to live in a cottage in the country. Ive arranged it, said Fanny. Agnes shall be cook, I will be waiting-maid, Sophy housekeeper, Philip bailiff, Harry gardener, and Charley-oh, let me consider-general farm-servant: wont that be excellent? But you place your mother and me on the shelf, said Mr Ashton, his spirits reviving from seeing the way in which his children bore the announcement he had so dreaded making. What are we to do? O papa, of course you and mamma are to do nothing. We are all to work for you, exclaimed Harry, a fine youth of fourteen, who looked as if there was indeed work in him. Of course, added Charley. How we ought to thank you, papa, for having us taught carpentering, and that we all have such a fancy for gardening. John says, too, that I know almost as much about pigs and cows and sheep as he does; and as for Phil, he knows more about everything than all of us put together. Philip-Mr Ashtons eldest son-had not spoken after he had first expressed his feelings with his brothers. His thoughts were elsewhere. A bright airy castle he had lately raised, had just been hurled rudely to the ground, and he was stunned by the crash. Mr Ashton retired to rest that night with a mind greatly relieved. He had not doubted the affection of his children, and he was assured that it would enable them to bear their reverse of fortune with cheerfulness. When he rose in the morning he prayed earnestly for strength to go through the work required of him, and that is never denied to those who seek it from Him who can alone afford it. In all the work he received able assistance from his son. Philip had not left a single debt unpaid at the University, by which, under his altered circumstances, he might ever afterwards have been hampered....