deeply to know that her beloved mother was among that number.

"In some respects I am glad mamma knows that I like reading the Bible, that my views of life are changed-that, even if I recover health, the world and its pursuits has become untasteful to me. I need no longer now conceal my reading; I can have this precious book with me all day,”

"It is far better that there should be no concealment, dear. Who can tell, should your mamma see the contrary effects to what she fears, that it may not induce her to look for happiness to the same source."

66 And, poor Arthur? Ah! Mrs. Owen, if all this could be, I should not fear to die; there would be a final meeting above. I should be too happy!"

"The Spirit witnesseth with our spirits that we are born of God," and wonderful is that witness. It brings with it assurance of sins forgiven, guilt cancelled, teaching us how to cry, and where to look, and enabling us to exclaim, while we put aside the weight that so easily besetteth us, "Beloved, now are we the sons of God; and it doth not yet appear what we shall be, but we know that when He shall appear, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is." Oh! not to our work, not to our will, but to Him be all the praise; for He above it is that has drawn us out of darkness into His marvellous light.

"His blood was the ransom,
There's nothing to pay."

That silent witness had stolen into Lilian's heart, like a sunbeam illumining its despair. The clouds had parted, and turned their silver lining on her

"night." She no longer doubted either the power or the willingness of Jesus to save her; but, experiencing the blessedness of "peace in believing," was willing to lay passive in her Heavenly Father's hands, knowing, and desiring to know, no will but His. Verily it was peace in believing that she enjoyed, and rest, the rest and confidence of faith. That peace, and rest, told so truly on her health that it rapidly improved, and spoke so distinctly on her countenance that Mrs. Spencer no longer regarded Emily's visits with suspicion and dread, but entreated her earnestly to prolong her visit.

"You have done my child great good, Mrs. Owen. I can never thank you sufficiently for that," she said on the Sunday afternoon she came to make her farewell (for her brother could not take her till Monday), "Do not leave Lily yet," she continued; "I do not understand, indeed, the means you have used; but I do the effects. Arthur will have reason enough to bless you."

"Not me, Mrs. Spencer; the praise is not mine, but God's. Lily will tell you so."

"Ye-yes; that I am aware of in the first place. I know, all good is derived from Him He is arbitrator of life and health; but next to Him we must thank you. Lilian is indeed better."

She was; for what healing balm is there like Jesus' blood-like His precious love? The mind was at rest; the weary one had lain down upon the loving breast, and that revived even her bodily strength. She was able now to take daily walks upon the beach, and to enjoy the sea-breezes that brought fresh health to her brow.

"Given back to earth for a time, dear Mrs. Owen," she whispered, that last evening. "Who knows, perhaps there is work for even me to do. I know it is but for a time-perhaps a very short time -but I also know that now I have a home above. Oh! how could I ever expect to find happiness away from Jesus?"

"If we never meet again below, dear Lily, we shall meet above, and then there will be no parting," were Emily's farewell words.

The moon shone clearly and brilliantly above the restless waves that curled and rippled, and lost themselves in the sands of the shore, as she walked home in Hugh's company.

"I am very sorry we are to lose you, Mrs. Owen," he said, "for my sister's sake. I wish I could persuade you to stay, you have done her so much good."

"I have remained to the utmost limit of my time, Mr. Hugh," replied Emily, gravely; "but you need not fear for your sister. She has obtained what the world cannot take away even peace with God, through the blood of the Cross. It is that has done her good. But I trust dear Lily will be strong enough soon to return to Hawthorn - she talks of it."

Hugh shook his head. "I fancy Arthur Norton will not hear of that; he has a little plan of his own in prospect. He thinks of immediately asserting his claim he and my mother are contriving it. Sydney is given up for a while; but as the sea does Lilly so much good, the Goalwa is substituted. Mother will go with them."

"But your sister is very delicate still, Mr. Hugh," said Emily, seriously. "Would there not be danger?"

"If it was my place I should negative the whole affair, Mrs. Owen; but I have little to do in the matter-nothing they would tell me. It must after all be left to Lily's decision, and she is very deeply attached to Arthur. After all, perhaps, it is only right he should have his way, he has waited so long and suffered so much bitter disappointment."

"Will Lily consent?" thought Emily, as she sat alone in the little sea-side parlour, nursing her baby, and waiting for supper and Mrs. Ashley.

The next morning at an early hour she had taken leave of the bay, with its rapidly rolling-out tide, and was on her way with her brother and darling baby to Glen Ness and her husband.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

GLEN NESS AGAIN.

"Home-home, once more! Oh! magic melody.
Oh! words of mystic beauty."

ONE day's stage was accomplished, and Emily and her little one were carefully lifted out of the chaise and taken into the very same road-side inn where twelvemonths before she had rested on her journey a bride of two or three days old. It was evening now, the sun had sunk to rest behind clouds of purple, and crimson, and gold, and the short-lived, but delicious and dreamy twilight of our southern land, was just throwing its mysterious shadows over the landscape, and wrapping the distant hills in its weird-like mantle. Here and there little stars came peeping out, veritable gem-like morsels, on the deepening blue of the sky, and through a group of trees a tiny slice of a full moon slowly, gravely, rising into size and beauty, was making itself visible, and silvering over intervening objects with its cold but exquisite light.

Emily was very tired, and after a most inviting and nicely-arranged little supper, she retired at once to her room. Baby, soothed by a pleasant refreshing bath and loose undress, was soon quietly asleep, and