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"But O, th' is?"

COWPER

"There is the bell for prayers, Florry; are you ready?" said Mary Irving, hastily entering her cousin's roo-school of Mada, have solved two probleratulate you on your increased industry and application, though you were always more studious than myself I wish, dear Florry, you could imbue me with some of your fondness for h

A momentary flush passed over the face of her companion, and they descended the stairs in silence The room in which the pupils were accustomed to assemble for devotion was not so spacious as the class-rooht of a drizzling morn The floor was covered with a faded carpet, in which the indistinct vine see to reach the wall, but failed by several feet on either side As if to conceal this deficiency, a wide seat was affixed the entire length of the roo down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor"

There were no curtains to the s, and the rain pattered drearily down the panes

The teacher who officiated as chaplain was seated before a large desk, on which lay an open Bible He seemed about twenty-four, his countenance noble rather than handsoence of the first order was stamped upon it, yet the characteristic expression was pride which sat enthroned on his prominent brow; still, hours of care had left their ih by no means stern His eye was fixed on the door as the pupils came in, one by one, for prayers, and when Florence and Mary entered, it sunk upon his book, In a fewwith one arm folded across his bosom, read in a deep, distinct tone, that beautiful Psalm, "The Lord is my shepherd" He had only reached the fourth verse, when he was interrupted by two girls of twelve or fourteen, who had been conversing frorew louder and louder, and now the words were very audible: "My father did not send ht to et up before day to hear him read his Bible!"