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rays cause those gothic windows to look like one broad sheet of burnished gold, and the fluttering of that silver leaf poplar forms the richest prisms I have ever seen ; the leaves must still be wet from the recent showers, for there could not be such a rich combination of colors without them."

As the girls stood admiring that which no eye can look upon with indifference, unless the heart is veiled in selfishness, they were unexpectedly greeted by their pastor, Mr. Bradley. He was pleased to see the silent but intelligent gaze of both the girls; he asked Odora what it reminded her of. “Of Heaven,” she modestly replied.

“Why does it remind you of Heaven, Odora ?".

"I do not know, Mr. Bradley, unless it is because the Revelator speaks of the streets being paved with gold; and I should think the sun's rays upon them would look something like the scene before us."

“My child, do you think the material sun lights up the city of the New Jerusalem ?”

“No, sir, the Lamb of God shall be the light thereof."

“ Odora, does it say anything of the light of the material sun ?"

“I think, Mr. Bradley, it says something like this, the sun shall not shine by day, nor the moon by night;' mamma told me the other day that the time would come when the righteous should shine as the sun in the kingdom of his Father's glory."

“Odora, God has said, that "he would be a sun and shield to the righteous ; and no good thing would he withbold from those that walk

uprightly.' Do you believe this, Odora?”

With downcast eyes she answered, “ Yes.”

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My dear Odora, do you love the Lord Jesus Christ ?" “I think I do."

Why do you love him ?”
“ Because he first loved me."

Tears of gratitude ran down the cheeks of the aged pastor, as he repeated,

“Youth is the time to serve the Lord,

The time to insure the great reward ;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,

The trembling sinner may return."

He walked away. The attention of the two girls was soon diverted, by sounds unlike that which they had just been listening to. On looking across the street they saw several boys of the lower class hedging up the way of poor David Bertram, as he was returning from the post-office; they had thrown handfuls of dirt into his face until he could scarcely see to go, tripping him up as he turned to make

his escape; a tall over-grown boy with a red face and inflamed eyes struck the sufferer as he was about to regain his feet, saying in a rough coarse voice, “Defend yourself, or I will keep you here till night." Odora as quick as thought rushed into their midst and commanded them to desist, with so much dignity that the brutal clan stood abashed. She stooped down, and with the help of Florence assisted David to arise from the ground on which he was sitting; and with their kerchiefs they brushed off the dirt as well as they could from his fine broadcloth.

Florence was sobbing aloud; while Odora indignantly told the boys that they ought to be ashamed to insult and abuse one that was entirely unable to defend himself.

“ He is a fool,” retorted one.
“If he is," answered Odora, “he is

wise enough not to return evil for evil, a knowledge which teaches him not to degrade and demean himself as you have done on this occasion."

The tall red-faced boy said sneeringly, “I had a hen crow this morning and I killed her, and I think her spirit has entered Miss Odora Morse, the queen of Roselle."

Odora, still maintaining her dignity, said, “ John Windsor, I fear that you are in the broad road that leads to destruction."

A little boy affirmed what Odora said, by telling her that John had been down to Col. Bertram's old distillery, and had found an old barrel containing a quart of cider-brandy, and had drunk freely of it himself

, and given the others all that they would take. Odora heard with astonishment, and resolved that if her teacher would let her select her next subject

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