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O'er the dark earth; a beauteous host, bestowing

A hopeful gleam to wanderers gone astray; Bright stars, ye speak th' unnumber'd saints on high, Who shine and cheer us to eternity!

M. H.

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Robson, Levey, and Franklyn, Great New Street, Fetter Lane.

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Eagle, the bald-headed, 140.
Eastern story, an, 206.
Elspey, a true story, 161.
Emblems :-

The cross, 53.
The dove, 6.
The lamb, 35.

Fixed stars, the, 88.
Frog, the, 260.

Heathen family and their

guest, 8, 38.
Hedgehog, the, 282.
Horse, the, 69.
Humming - bird, the ruby-

throated, 157.

Parrot, the, 1.
Phæbe; or, the hospital, 193,

227, 241.
Poetry :-

A happy new year, 23.
A lesson from flowers, 239.

“Blessed are they that
mourn,” 71.

Edith, 261.
For a child, 119.
Frank's birthday, 283.

From “ Verses by a poor
Man," 215.

“How sweet to walk," 144.
Hymn, 215.

Hymn for the first day of
the week, 72.

Not alone, 165.
The answered prayer, 142.

The good fortune of others,
167.

The holy catholic Church,
239.

The pilgrim's guide, 94.
The poor of Christ, 95.
The snow-man, 46.

The storm and the calm,
191,

Iroquois Indians, the, 121.

Jane and Betsey; or, the holy-

day, 113,

Knight, the red-cross, at the

house of holiness, 13, 67.

Poetry (continued):-

To Theodora, 118.

“When brightly shines the
morning,” 143.

Scripture geography, 186, 203,

236, 254, 265.
Self-denial, a true story, 257.

Spiders, 117.

Testament of St. John, the, 151.
Throwing stones, 179.
To-morrow, 208.
Two true stories, 275.

Village story, a, 25, 56, 77, 101,

126.

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tainly, had Miss Osborne known that other ears than those she was addressing were listening to her words, she would have chosen them with more care; but, intent only on rousing Mrs. Favell, and making her see things in the light she wished, she went on with glowing language, describing the unhoped-for success that attended the case which had so raised her expectations for Maurice.

Poor Maurice, he had always been taught to think his misfortune as something so inevitable, that the idea of change was very startling and strangestrange, and oh, how delightful! How many thoughts rushed through his mind as Miss Osborne continued her description ! and what a sad check they received by his mother's melancholy and hopeless reply," You are very kind, ma'am ; but I know it would be of no use--he must be blind as long as he lives!”

Soon after this Miss Osborne left. Maurice had already retreated, to think alone and at ease over the new idea that now filled his mind. When he re-entered the house, his father and sister were there: he waited to hear his mother speak of Miss Osborne's visit; but she did not mention it. She was not aware that he had overheard their conversation, and did not intend him to know of it. She observed a little excitement in his manner, but thought little of it; and Maurice went to bed, to lie awake in happy, restless, anxious fancies; sometimes picturing to his excited imagination the hidden world around him, and striving to put into form the faint recollections of his infancy; sometimes forming plans for a future, in which he should share the lot of others-partake of their pleasures, join in their labours—till he almost shuddered to contrast these bright visions with the dull obscurity of those long years of helpless, useless blindness, to which, whenever he had before looked forward, he had resigned himself. He felt that then he could not bear the thought; and, to drive it from him, he

himself up once more to the flattering hopes which came. so

gave

ther, take care of my babe, and bring him up in the fear of God.” And well did her mother fulfil this dying charge.

A few days before his wife's death, George Spencer was ordered with his regiment to Africa, and it was some months before he heard of his loss, and then he wrote to beg that his child might remain with his grandmother till he should return home. Till Charlie was eight years old Mrs. Foote did very well. She took in washing; and as she was known to be very honest and industrious, and was much respected by her neighbours, she had commonly plenty of work given her to do by the ladies and farmers' wives who lived near Claymore. On weekdays after her work was over, and on Sundays, she used to teach her little grandson to read; and every Sunday she might be seen walking to church with the little boy by her side. Charlie was very fond of his grandmother; he minded every thing she said to him, and tried to be very good and useful to her. And so, as I have said, things went on very well till poor Nancy Foote fell ill of a rheumatic fever, which kept her in bed for some months, and crippled her hands entirely. She was now obliged to sell her cow and her furniture, and many of her clothes, to pay for physic, and to help pay her rent. Little Charlie was very sorry to see his grandmother so ill; he would sit by her bedside and read to her, and gather sticks to inake her fire, and do all he could for her.

One dreary evening in December, the rain pattered against the window, and the wind whistled mournfully in the chimney, and old Nancy lay shivering in her bed, while Charlie sat on his little stool in the chimney-corner, trying, by blowing the sticks, to make the fire burn up a little. After a time he managed to warm a little nettle-broth, and carried it to his grandmother, saying, “ Do drink

and eat this piece of bread; it will do you good.'

this, granny,

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