"I handed her a sum sufficient to defray the demand, and directed her to return the locket to the owner. She I did as she was bid.

"On re-entering the room, the eyes of the patient sufferer were closed; one of her pale lady-like hands was raised in a devotional attitude. With a noiseless step I drew near, and waited until she opened her eyes; they rested upon me, beaming with holy gratitude. It was evident she looked beyond the frail instrument, to the Great Author and Giver of every good and perfect gift.-She was too weak to

converse.

"We left a note requesting Mr. Gilbert to call on his return home; as our invitation was not accepted, we visited his house that evening, and found him too much intoxicated to converse intelligently upon any subject. He lay upon a bench in the

kitchen, muttering to himself, 'William De Van has come to this.' Lida, the wife of our dear brother William, suffered a few days, and then bade 'farewell' to this sin-cursed earth, and her pure spirit returned to the God who gave it.

"William is now with us; we are doing, and shall continue to do all in our power, for his spiritual and temporal good; he has consented to again take the pledge. His judgment is convinced that wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging, and whoso is deceived thereby, is not wise.'

"Pray, dear sister, that his appetite, which has become a tyrant, may be conquered. From your affectionate sister, AMELIA."

The ladies listened with the deepest interest to the reading of Mrs. Radford's letter. Each had had in their turn the wormwood and the gall

mingled in the cup of their blessing; this had taught them to weep with those who weep, and rejoice with them that rejoice.

While the ladies were thus engaged in Mrs. Bertram's parlor, a scene of interest was transpiring outside. As Odora and Florence were sporting upon the lawn, chasing their hoops with the elasticity of youth, with hearts as pure as the evening breeze, that tossed without compliment the flowing ringlets of Odora, as she bounded forward to outrun her more frail companion; she stopped suddenly and exclaimed, "Dear, dear Flory, how beautiful, how beautiful, look yonder!" "Where, Odora, shall I look ?

"Over to the church," pointing in that direction.

"Odora, I do not see anything that is so beautiful,-what is it?"

"Do not see anything! The sun's

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 a shield to the righteous; and no good thing would he withhold from those that walk uprightly.' Do you believe this, Odora?" With downcast eyes she answered, "Yes."