BY THE AUTHOR OF THE COTTAGERS OF GLENCARRAN.' CHAPTER II.-THE PRIZE BIBLE. T was a bright Sunday morning. The larches on the way to Church Hill, gay with crimson tassels and tender green, gave out all their aromatic perfume; the birds filled the air with song; and the little stream by the road-side rippled and gurgled over its pebbles, washing the broad ferns and cushions of moss that adorned its edge. A crowd of people were climbing the hill. A few were bound for the little church at the top; but the greater number would turn off, half-way up the hill, into the road leading to the chapel on the border of the lake. Adelaide Heath and her nephew were about to join this concourse, and stood ready dressed on the steps at the hall door of the castle. 'Wait for one moment,' said the former, turning into the house again, and knocking at the library door, where the master of the castle lay back in his easy chair reading. 'Are you not coming with us, dear?' asked she, in a tone half hesitating, half entreating. 'Not to-day; I do not feel very well, Adelaide.' 'It is a lovely morning, Philip; and we have quite time enough to take it quietly,' persisted she. 'I should have to dress, and I assure you I am not up to any exertion whatever. Say a prayer for me; there's a good girl.' Adelaide stifled a slight sigh, as her eye rested on the BY THE AUTHOR OF THE COTTAGERS OF GLENCARRAN.' CHAPTER II.-THE PRIZE BIBLE. T was a bright Sunday morning. The larches on the way to Church Hill, gay with crimson tassels and tender green, gave out all their aromatic perfume; the birds filled the air with song; and the little stream by the road-side rippled and gurgled over poits pebbles, washing the broad ferns and cushions of moss that adorned its edge. A crowd of people were climbing the hill. A few were bound for the little church at the top; but the greater number would turn off, half-way up the hill, into the road leading to the chapel on the border of the lake. Adelaide Heath and her nephew were about to join this concourse, and stood ready dressed on the steps at the hall door of the castle. Wait for one moment,' said the former, turning into the house again, and knocking at the library door, where the master of the castle lay back in his easy chair reading. 'Are you not coming with us, dear?' asked she, in a tone half hesitating, half entreating. 'Not to-day; I do not feel very well, Adelaide.' 'It is a lovely morning, Philip; and we have quite time enough to take it quietly,' persisted she. 'I should have to dress, and I assure you I am not up to any exertion whatever. Say a prayer for me; there's a good girl.' Adelaide stifled a slight sigh, as her eye rested on the |