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ent in her from this time. Quieter, sadder, weeping often in secret, Mildred's face began to look worn and pale, and her manner became listless and weary. Mingled with Walworth's unhappiness, was a manly will to dare and to do, and a scorn and pride which no earthly ill could wholly conquer. But though Mildred was proud too, with her it took only the form of reserve and silent endurance. Gentler, milder even than before, she could never become scornful. Her countenance wore a sadly sweet look, which I trusted through the divinely blest teachings of her nurse, would become in time an expression of Christian resignation.

Just at this time, Esther Miller, Frank's poor old woman at the village, lay on her death-bed, and Mildred went at Frank's earnest entreaty to see her. She found the povertystricken woman in great mental distress, at the thought of leaving her grandchild Philip, alone and unfriended. She could not, with any degree of resignation, commit the sickly and gentle boy to the mercies of the coarse and unfeeling people about her. Mildred was much touched by her distress, and after a few

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moments' reflection, promised, if she could obtain her father's consent, and she thought it not difficult to gain, that the lad should remain under Andy Ray's charge at Glen-Beck. When old Mrs. Miller died, the boy was brought to Mildred, who immediately commenced the task of instructing him. He was a gentle, sensible boy, with a great deal of native refinement and some cultivation; and having been kept at the village school by his grandmother, could read as well, and possessed as much knowledge of the common English branches, as Tommy Forrester. After a time, when I found that Philip Arran was the constant companion of the children after school-hours, I proposed to Mildred' that he should be allowed to recite his lessons with my pupils. She hesitated about giving her consent at first, for she feared to increase my tasks; but I persuaded her, after a little argument, that he could not add in the least to my cares, and little lame Philip became my scholar, greatly to the children's honest pleasure and his own pride and delight. Mildred, however, did not relinquish her care of him. She clothed him respectably

and comfortably, and he was directed to come to her with any request or complaint he might have to make. The boy looked up to her with a kind of admiring love that was half adoration. He was gifted with a keen sense of the beautiful; and I often observed him gazing at her with evident and innocent delight. His benefactress entertained for him an affection that daily grew stronger as the lad proved himself worthy of her protection and kindness; and I was aware that it served to divert her mind from dwelling on a secret grief.

"So the dreams depart,

So the fading phantoms flee,
And the sharp reality

Now must act its part."

WESTWOOD'S "Beads from a Rosary."

"Is God less God that thou art mortal sad?

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Rise, worship, bless Him in this sackcloth clad,

As in that purple."

MRS. BROWNING.

AWRENCE ESTERLYN was gone to Europe. This I knew; for Kate had told me the last time she came to

Glen-Beck, that he was to go the next week, which had come and gone. The certainty that a-wide sea was lengthening daily between us, seemed scarcely sufficient to cause tears under existing circumstances; but they flowed, nevertheless. Thus weak was I still. But I did not yield long to a passionate regret. I had

learned to govern myself.

"Lawrence, when he returns, is to be the husband of another," I reasoned. "I have no right to think of him more. God aid me to put him out of my thoughts. I must keep my self-respect, and, come what may, this sorrow shall be subdued. It may be a life-long task, I know. I feel sure that years will pass before I shall have learned to think of him calmly; but the patient striving will achieve victory in the end, although I see not well now in what manner a perfect resignation is to be attained. I suppose when I shall have learned to give all my thoughts to heaven, as nuns are presumed to do. Until then I must carry on a continual warfare with my own heart.” And at the end of every struggle with myself, I prayed Christ to give me a contempt for worldly things; I prayed to be enabled to put earth under my feet. Blessings followed my prayers; but my case required an almost hourly uplifting of the heart to God, and my mind was not always in a frame to petition aright. And thus, like Christian on his way to the shining City, I was often beset with temptation, and fell into