and Mr Leigh remained in his strange banishment, until matters growing more settled in Brazil he was allowed to proceed to Pernambuco. From thence he wrote a letter to his wife, which she received only a week before his arrival.

The news of Mr Leigh's return spread like wild-fire through the little town of Folkborough, and caused universal rejoicing, except at Cliff Lodge, where it was received with the utmost consternation. Mr Clayton having now no further hope of mending his fortunes, either from Uncle William's property or that left by Mr Harrison, set himself vigorously to the task of reducing his expenditure. The carriage and horses, and part of the furniture were sold, Cliff Lodge was let, and the Claytons removed to a much humbler house, greatly to Julia's mortification, who protested to Mdlle. Billot that she was sure she should die to live in such a mean house. Fain would she have persuaded her uncle and aunt Temple to let her reside with them again, but they were travelling on the Continent, and did not find it convenient that she should accompany them, so the young lady was obliged to remain where she was.

George would have been happy enough, if he had been allowed the same intimacy with his uncle William as formerly; but no sooner did his father discover that he had deceived himself about his uncle's property, than he told him that he was not to visit him so often: indeed, he wished him to have as little as possible to do with him.

"Why, papa!" George ventured to say; "it is not uncle's fault that he is not rich."

"You have heard what is my pleasure, and I consider that sufficient," was his father's only reply. Mr Clayton little thought that uncle William had

given his son what was far more valuable than the most splendid fortune: his conversation and example had planted good principles and feelings in the boy's mind, which he never lost; and in his future life he often thought with gratitude of what he had learned from his uncle, that money-making and money-spending are not the best things of this life.

The change in Mr Leigh's fortune seemed to make but little difference in the family. They had been taught in the school of adversity, and so learned how to bear their prosperity.

Uncle William still lives with them, dearly loved and respected by all who know him. He has been the means of leading many besides Nancy Hilton to look up, and seek for a treasure in heaven-everlasting riches which cause no discontent or heart-burnings to their happy possessors. Through his patient perseverance in well-doing, he has brought them to believe in Christ, and thus become heirs of glory; and when he is called away to his eternal rest, they will rejoice in the precious legacy which he has left them, and of which none can rob them; for, are they not now children of the Most High? "And, if children, then heirs, heirs of God, and joint heirs with Christ." F. W. I.

HOW TO LOOK UGLY.

CHILDREN never look so lovely as when they are amiable. Bad passions distort their faces and render them ugly, while good affections call forth all their beauty.

Who can fail to see the difference between the rage painted in an angry boy's face, while picking up a stone to throw at his companion, and the love that is seen there while throwing his arms round the neck of an affectionate parent?

A ROSY child went forth to play,

In the first flush of hope and pride, Where sands in silver beauty lay,

Made smooth by the retreating tide; And, kneeling on the trackless waste, Whence ebb'd the waters many a mile, He raised in hot and trembling haste, Arch, wall, and tower-a goodly pile. But when the shades of evening fell, Veiling the blue and peaceful deep, The tolling of the evening bell

Call'd that boy-builder home to sleep. He pass'd a long and restless night, Dreaming of structures tall and fairHe came with the returning light,

And, lo! the faithless sands were bare.

Less wise than that unthinking child
Are all that breathe of mortal birth,
Who grasp, with strivings warm and wild,
The false and fading toys of earth.
Gold, learning, glory—what are they
Without the faith that looks on high?
The sand-forts of a child at play,

Which are not when the wave goes by.

Gleaner.

"THAT LITTLE BOOK.”

SOME years ago a good old colporteur, with a pack of Bibles, made his way into a wild broken region of Kentucky. The hills were high and steep, the valleys narrow, and the people were scattered in various directions, with only narrow paths leading to their dwellings. The colporteur rode a day or two threading thick forests and fording angry streams in search of the families which lived there. He visited their rude cabins, gave them Bibles, told them of the Saviour of sinners, and knelt with them in prayer for the blessing of God.

"Have you a Bible?" he asked, as he stopped before a house where eight children were playing around the door. Their parents were away. The children stared, and said they did not know: which was quite true; for they had never heard of a Bible before. He opened his pack, pulled out a little Testament, handed it to the children, and told them to give it to their parents. Then he bade them good-bye, and went

away.

When their father came home, the children showed him the book but he could not read, his wife could not read, his children could not read, nor could his

What good
They might

father or his eight brothers and sisters. was the little book likely to do them? be curious to know what it contained, but how could they find out? We know, but we will not tell, until we first say, that after the visit of this good old colporteur, very strange stories got abroad concerning the people of these wilds. "A great reformation is going on there," it was said. Nobody doubted there was need enough of one, but their ignorance, and being so far out of the way, seemed to make such a thing quite hopeless.

At last a clergyman said he would go and see for himself how matters were. He arrived in the neighbourhood about noon, and word was sent over the hills that he would give an address that night in a loghouse which had been put up since the visit of the old colporteur for a school. That was certainly a sign of improvement. Though the notice was short, and the night dark, and the people had to come through the forest, the room was filled, and the people listened with still and solemn attention as to a message from heaven.

The minister saw there was a reformation indeed. Men and women were serious, orderly, and prayerful; but how had the change come about? They had no minister, no books, no Sunday-schools-nothing which we consider so necessary to lead us to repentance and to God. Yes, two years before some Bibles had been left there, and there was the fruit! See how God blesses His own word. The first person thus impressed for good was the father of the eight children to whom the old colporteur gave the Testament. But he could not read-how did he know what was in it? Let us hear what he says:

"I can't read," said the man, "my wife can't read,