interest in religion began to pass out of the house. Satan now whispered

to this already tempted one, that she was unworthy to remain, and ought not to eat condemnation to her soul. She hesitated for an instant, then yielded, and with the enemies of her Saviour went away. As she passed the altar on her way out, tears filled her eyes, as she thought of the three happy years in which she had there received comfort and strength. When she closed the door, the tactics of the enemy were again turned against her, and were mingled with such an overwhelming sense of her guilt, in thus denying her Lord, as almost to crush her to the ground. Now followed a season of utter darkness. All comfort departed. And the eye of the Saviour's love, in whose presence she had so delighted to move,

was closed against her. She could not forgive herself, and the idea of that sin "which hath never forgiveness," haunted her day and night. And thus shut out from hope and the presence of God, she struggled on in temptation and darkness. For weeks and months this terrible conflict continued, till, like a wearied and sobbing child, she at length found rest and pity where the tried and tempted are ever safe, in the sheltering bosom of her Saviour.

Thoroughly purged, like gold refined, her faith now shone forth clear and steadfast. She has learned, by sad experience, that it is a fearful thing to depart from the living God, and grieve his gentle Spirit. Though she commenced so early in his service, and thus escaped many of the snares which are spread in the broad way, yet we see

that trials and discipline were needful, ere she was fully established in his work.

Do you ask, where is Jennie now? and what was her mission in after years? You may find her in the Christian woman's sanctuary, the hallowed sphere of home. The morning light and the evening star in her father's house. Now gliding like an angel of love around the couch of a suffering mother; now cheering and strengthening the faltering faith of her gray-haired father; her sister's delight, her brother's counsellor and guide. In the community where she lives, loving and beloved. The friend of the poor; the companion of the good; the guiding elder sister of the orphan; the comforter of the sick and afflicted. Faithful to herself, to the Church, and to the world,

she is just the one whom everybody trusts and loves; whom you would love to greet in the house of God, in the social meeting, or in the parlor of a friend. One in whose gentle and quiet presence you may be, and love to be there, just as you are in the sunshine, without knowing what it is that makes you happy.

CHAPTER VI.

ANNA BURNET.

"Leaves have their time to fall,

And flower to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death.

"Youth and the opening rose,

May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee; but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey.

"We know when moons shall wane,

When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, But who shall teach us when to look for thee?"

ANNA BURNET was an orphan. Her home, from her infancy, was with an aunt and grandmother. Her isolated position, in childhood's years, might be considered as somewhat lonely, when contrasted with that of others in the