was a nice little bed in it, and every thing neat and comfortable, though quite different from her room at Uncle Ross's.

Mrs. Murray very kindly showed Anna where her things had been put, and assisted her to get what she wanted for the night, and to unpack her Bible from where Miss Palmer had stuffed it into a corner of her trunk. She then said she would leave Anna for a quarter of an hour, and would after that return, and assist her to undress. Anna understood quite well by her Aunt's manner, that she left her alone that she might pray; and Anna did so, and thanked her heavenly Father for having brought her to live with those who loved Him, and would teach her to love Him. When Mrs. Murray came back, she tapped gently at Anna's door before she entered. Anna hastened to open it and meet her; but when she came near the light, Anna saw that she was looking very sad again, and seemed to have been crying. Anna, however, did not venture to ask her aunt why she was so sad; but she said, "I cannot trouble you to undress me, Aunt Murray: I shall try to do it myself. I shall learn."

"The sooner the better, my dear, for your own sake,” replied Mrs. Murray, in her own soft voice; "but you are tired, and I must not have you begin any new lessons to-night. I see you are not used to undress yourself."

"No, aunt, I have not for six months undressed myself; but before that I sometimes did, for my own Mamma always said, I ought to be as little dependent on others as I could for such things."

“Then, my dear, after to-night, if you choose, we shall begin to do as your own dear Mamma would have wished you to do."

“Oh, yes, yes, dear Aunt Murray;" said Anna, throwing her arms round her kind-looking aunt's neck; she then thanked her for the trouble she took in undressing her, and Mrs. Murray pressed her affectionately to her heart; but Anna thought she looked sadder than ever.

When Anna was laid in bed, her aunt sat down beside her, inside the curtains, and leaning over her, she asked, "Can you, my love, repeat an evening hymn ?" Anna used always to do so to her own Mamma, and now began the one she had last taught her. Aunt Murray listened for some time, and then put away her face to wipe away the tears; and when Anna had finished, she stooped down and kissed her several times without speaking. She then prayed God to bless her, drew her curtains, and left her to sleep. Anna, however, could not help wondering what could make Aunt Murray so sad; but, after thinking for a little, she thought Kenneth looked so kind and good-natured, that she might perhaps

ask him when they met again; and with this resolution she fell fast asleep.

Next day was the Sabbath; but what a different Sabbath from those Anna had spent at Uncle Ross's! There, excepting that there were no lessons, but getting a small part of the Church Catechism and a collect to repeat, and going once to Church, the day could not be distinguished from any other day. other day. Every one talked of the same things they did on other days. Uncle Ross read the newspapers, and talked about all kinds of worldly things, or went to the club to meet his old cronies. Aunt Ross was very often unwell on Sundays-much oftener than on any other day; and she would lie on the sofa, and, if nobody came in the evening, she would be particularly quick at seeing every one's faults on that evening, aud spend it in lecturing and finding fault. Miss Palmer, on that day, either wrote letters to her friends or went out to visit. In short, no one ever seemed to know that it was The Lord's Day,' but each to think it peculiarly his own day, to be spent exactly as he chose. Not so at Uncle Murray's. Anna was waked at an early hour by her Aunt Murray, who, after assisting her to dress, again left her alone for a time. She then returned for her, and conducted her to her uncle's study. Here her uncle, and all her young cousins, and

the two servant maids, were assembled, all neatly dressed, ready for church. After all were seated, Uncle Murray read a Psalm, and then her aunt and young cousins, and every one, began to sing; but, though Anna had, for the last three or four months, been constantly praised for her quickness, and attention, and proficiency in her music lessons, she could not join in singing to the praise of God. Even little Hugh, who was not above five years old, and who sat between his Mamma and Anna, even he joined his young, clear voice with the others; all sung except Anna-who felt ashamed as she sat mute, and thought within herself, that she never before had heard music so sweet, as the full, clear voices of her four young cousins and their mamma. When the psalm was sung, Uncle Murray · read and explained a chapter of the Bible so plainly, that Anna understood a great deal of what he said, and loved him every moment better, as she listened to him, teaching every one who heard him, how to know, and to love, and to serve God—and how to be good and happy. Uncle Murray then prayed to God for every one; after which the servants went away, and then he told each of his own boys, and Anna, what they were to get during the day to repeat to him in the evening; and then he kissed and blessed them all, and sent them away, while he remained alone in his study.

Mrs. Murray went to the parlour to get breakfast; and while she was doing so, Kenneth took Anna to the little sunny plot of ground before the door. It was now early in spring, and this little plot was filled with primroses, and snowdrops, and the early flowers which venture to peep above the ground whenever the snow goes away. Anna was delighted to see them, for she had only walked on the streets for some weeks, and she went from one spot to another, stooping down to admire their little delicate beauties. Kenneth followed her, and seemed pleased with her expressions of delight; and she soon observed, that Mrs. Murray also was near, for, on looking up, she saw her standing at the parlour window, which was open. Anna immediately went to the window," Dear aunt, how lovely those flowers are!" exclaimed she, pointing to the many-coloured spots which surrounded her.

"Yes, dear Anna," replied her Aunt, "they all return, and bloom again in spring." Mrs. Murray looked very sad when she said this, and she turned away from the window. "Why does aunt look so sad, Kenneth?" asked Anna, ready to cry herself.

Kenneth looked sad too, and said, "Mamma is thinking that flowers return and bloom in spring, and all things again look fresh and beautiful; but those who die, and are laid in the