schools" would be better than in his native country. To her the prospect was not attractive; but what will a mother not do for an only son?

The arrival of this letter from her generous brother opened the way by providing the means. Her heart was full of gratitude to God for this, and that night she decided to go to America.

II.

རླུན

THE PRIEST OF MIDIAN.

HE next morning was the Sabbath, and a bright and beautiful day it was. When Donald came downstairs he found his mother preparing the breakfast. A fire of peat was burning on the hearth, and over it was suspended the black iron pot, containing the oat-meal porridge, which spluttered and bubbled, and occasionally boiled over on the heated embers. The little teakettle was singing its merry song on the other side of the fireplace, while the large black cat, delighted with the reflected heat, was taking a morning nap.

The clean, white tablecloth was spread over the plain fir table. The little brown teapot was placed on the tray. A small loaf of bar

ley bread, some excellent butter, and a pitcher of new milk, with Donald's bicker (or wooden bowl) filled with porridge, composed their frugal but most wholesome and palatable meal. God's blessing was devoutly sought, not only on his bounty spread before them, but on all the exercises and privileges of the Sabbath day.

The meal over, Mrs. Fraser took down from the shelf the large-print Bible, which had been her marriage gift from her brother Niel.

In the end of it were printed the Psalms of David in metre, the old Scottish version. The Psalm selected was the twenty-third, and they sang it to the "wild warbling measure" of Dundee.

"The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; he leadeth me

The quiet waters by.

"My soul he doth restore again;

And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for his own name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,

She read the second chapter of Exodus and then engaged in prayer. As they rose from their knees, Donald read over again the portion from the fifteenth verse to the end of the twenty-first:

"Moses fled from the face of Pharaoh, and dwelt in the land of Midian; and he sat down by a well. Now the priest of Midian had seven daughters: and they came and drew water, and filled the troughs to water their father's flock. And the shepherds came and drove. them away; but Moses stood up and helped them, and watered their flock. And