"I AM REST." Mark Twain records in bis aut3lo;,Ttirhv, bow running aerially in tbe Nortn American Ameri-can Review, tbta incident in connection with a pathetic account of the death of lit daughter: daugh-ter: In one of ber own books I find foroe eres which I will copy here. Apparently, be alwaya put borrowed matter In r.itointton marks, and, therefore, I take ihcm to be her own. , Love came at dawn when all .the world was fair Wben crimson glories' bloom and aim vere rife: Love came at dawn, wben bope'a wings fanned the air; And murmured. ' "I am life." Love rame at eve, and when the day was done, Wben heart and brain wr , Ored. and slumber pressed; . Lore rame at eve, shut out tbe finking sun, And whispered, "I am reet."