Beulah 12+

📕 CHAPTER I. A JANUARY sun had passed the zeiiith, and the slanting rays flamed over the window-panes of a large brick building, bearing on its front in golden letters the inscription, Orphan Asylum. The structure was commodious, and surrounded by wide galleries while the situation offered a silent tribute to the discretion and good sense of the board of managers, who selected the suburbs instead of the more densely populated portion of the city. The whitewashed palings inclosed, as a front yard or lawn, rather more than an acre of ground, sown in grass and studded with trees, among which the shelled walks meandered gracefully. A long avenue of elms and poplars extended from the gate to the principal entrance, and imparted to the Asylum an imposing and venerable aspect. There was very little shrubbery, but here and there orange boughs bent beneath their load of golden fruitage, while the glossy foliage, stirred by the wind, trembled and glistened in the sunshine. Beyond the inclosure stretched the common, dotted with occasional clumps of pine and leafless oaks, through which glimpses of the city might be had. Building and grounds wore a quiet, peaceful, inviting look, singularly appropriate for the purpose designated by the inscription, Orphan Asylum, a haven for the desolate and miserable. but upon the broad granite steps, where, tj sunJight .lay watm and tempting, sat a trio of the JamiU,s IQ- tli fof ejroMid was a slight fairy form, a wee winsome thing, with coral lips, and ...