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righteousness, that he might claim the immutable promise, that all things should be added thereunto. He saw in his horizon a dark portentous cloud. Before the two friends parted, the invalid requested to be bolstered up in his bed; he opened his Bible, which lay constantly by his side, and read Romans xii.

After making some appropriate remarks on the scriptures he had just read, Mr. Willard then kneeled by the bedside, while the dying man poured out his soul to God in fervent prayer

for him from whom he was soon to be separated. As he arose from his knees, and took the hands that had been raised while in prayer, he said emphatically, “My inmost soul envies you; your path is that of the righteous, growing brighter and brighter up to the perfect day; but I am in the broad road that leads to destruction. I shall be left to call upon the

rocks and mountains to fall upon me and hide me from the face of Him who now sits at the right hand of the Father. He has called me, but I have refused to obey;" grasping the hands still closer, with utterance choked with emotion, he continued, “Pray for me, pray for me, farewell, farewell."

At this he hurried from the room, and sprang into his carriage and was soon out of sight. Mr. Willard had a long drive before him, but he resolved to reach home before he slept. It was a beautiful afternoon in June, nature was adorned with her richest robes. As the traveller gazed upon the lofty hills over which the distant mountains cast their venerable, shades looking gravely down into the deep valleys, meeting Flora's milder gaze as she opened her finely painted lids, he thought the trees wore a livelier green, and the wild

roses exhaled a sweeter perfume than they were wont. He exclaimed : “Nature is indeed an inexhaustible storehouse ; her treasures, how rich-her dominions are as yet unexplored.” The sun was sinking beneath the distant horizon. As Mr. Willard was descending a long hill he espied upon an opposite one, a carriage containing several persons; on approaching it, found it was the Rev. Mr. Bradley and his son; the lady was introduced to him as Mrs. Bradley, the daughter of Mr. De Van. “ Is it possible that this can be Amelia! I am just returning from Roselle. I spent several hours with Mrs. Radford, they are getting along very nicely.”

“ Is Lieutenant Morse still alive ?" asked Mr. Bradley,

“Yes, but his work is almost done. Did you call at my Hotel as you crossed the ferry ?"

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We e did, and your family were well -were they not, Amelia ?

“ The little boy was quite sick.”

“Siek indeed! who was taking care of him ?” asked the agitated father.

“I think it was the hired girl that was holding him. She told me that his mother had lain down." down," he bitterly repeated, “Farewell, friends, call whenever you come to Champlain." Striking his horse furiously, he dashed by them, and the sound of his vehicle was lost in the distance.

Mr. Bradley, turning to his children, said, “ What a strange piece of composition, everything of the man seems blended in his character ; he is a star of no small magnitude, but he is not moving in his own orbit." The son answe

wered, “ It is evident from his appearance that he is not governed by the laws of gravitation.”

" I should judge him a shooting star by the hasty leave he took of us,” said Amelia. “ His appearance confirms the reports I have heard, that his home is not his paradise. I read a short time since an article from his pen, upon the ‘Fall of Man and his banishment from Eden.' Milton has scarce dettered it.”

Amelia asked her father if Mr. Willard still continued the traffic of intoxicating liquor. “If he does, others will have to write upon his fall."

“Yes, Amelia, he still continues it. I design, as soon as circumstances will permit, to deliver a course of lectures on the evils of intemperance, and I hope you, Charles, will take up the same subject, when you return to the people of your parish.”

"This duty, dear father, I have already discharged, notwithstanding I

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