ing very uncomfortable, he could not help wishing himself back in Scotland. But he was a good boy, and a brave boy, too, so he dismissed these gloomy thoughts, and tried to think how pleasant it would be to meet his uncle Niel in New York.

The next day was calmer; the sun came out in all its beauty. Many of the passengers crept out on deck. Donald was among the first there. He tried very hard to persuade his mother to get up, too; but she had been too seriously sick the day before, to recover at once, and so she lay still. Among others who got out on deck, as the day advanced, was Mrs. Richardson. When she recognized Donald, she asked particularly after his mother, and finally insisted on his showing her the way to Mrs. Fraser's berth in the steerage; but, before going down, she went to her own room in the cabin, and procured some restoratives to take with her.

Mrs. Fraser was much surprised to see her, and truly grateful for the visit. The very sunshine of this good woman's face was a re

storative in itself. Before she took her leave, Mrs. Fraser felt so much better that she determined to make an effort to rise. Mrs. Richardson assisted her, and soon had the pleasure of escorting her on deck. The fresh air greatly revived the sick woman, and she felt like another person before she had been there an hour.

As they sat talking about Scotland, and the scenes they had left behind, Mrs. Richardson said,

"To-morrow is the Lord's-day. In the morning, I suppose there will be preaching; but I want you to bring Donald to my room in the afternoon, that we may spend a few quiet hours in religious reading and conversation. I have a good many nice books, some of which I am sure you will like. I feel it will be profitable to us all to spend the afternoon of the Lord's-day together."

Mrs. Fraser was rather surprised at this kind proposal; but she was only too glad to accept it, for she knew that in the crowded steerage there would be little opportunity for quiet thought.

VI.

THE STORY OF THE KENITE.

HE next morning was bright and beautiful. In the forenoon there was preaching on deck, which the officers and crew and nearly all the passengers attended. Most had their Bibles with them, and they turned to the various passages referred to by the speaker. It was a refreshing and profitable exercise to all present. Immediately after dinner Mrs. Fraser and Donald went to Mrs. Richardson's room. Here they found some beautiful books that they had not seen before. Donald was soon deep in a little story called "Anna Ross," while his mother was no less interested in Dr. Thomson's SerAfter reading for some time, they entered into conversation, when Mrs. Richardson

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said to Mrs. Fraser that she would be glad to have her pursue the same plan with Donald that she was wont to pursue in her own house. A pause ensued, which was broken by Donald exclaiming, –

"O mother, I wish you would tell me some more about the Kenite."

"I am very willing, if Mrs. Richardson will allow us."

"Allow you! why, I will only be too glad to be a listener and a learner, too, with your dear son."

"But will you not help us?" said Mrs. Fraser. "I am sure you are much better able to explain God's word than I am.”

"Well, I will be glad to help if I can, but I am afraid I will not be of much use to you."

Donald took his little Bible from his coatpocket, and was all attention.

"The next mention of the Kenite," said Mrs. Fraser, "you will find in the 4th chapter of Judges, verses 11, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22. Donald soon found the place and read,— "Now Heber, the Kenite, which was of the