"Let us still trust him, with whom all things are possible," said Mr. Vernon; "he can, if he will, yet give to you what is your greatest desire."

Verschoyle could only say, "According to thy will, O God-;" but he shortly recovered himself and added-" My chief thoughts of late have been devoted to St. Elda: fearful has been the example I set before my flock, may the Lord in infinite mercy grant that it has not been to their eternal misery. I have endeavoured, as well as my state will permit, to write a letter to them asking their forgiveness for my sad error, and humbly endeavouring to set the gospel before them. When my hand is cold as its kindred clay, and my voice is silent in the tomb, may I beg that you will convey to them this expression of their once sadly deluded, but now by God's grace pardoned, fellow-sinner? Will you promise me that you will accede to this wish?"

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Certainly," said Mr. Vernon, with much feeling; "if I am your survivor I shall obey your request."

"I thank you," said Verschoyle, "from my

heart I thank you;" and he put into his revered friend's hand the letter to which we have alluded. "I had wished," Verschoyle said, "to have expressed my acknowledgments to you, my dear sir, but this I found impossible; nothing that I can write could, in any measure, convey to you what I owe to you; but the Lord God is able to reward you."

"For the very little we have been able to do for you I desire to thank the Lord. We shall not long be separate, Verschoyle: at the best,-what a span is our life!"

"Yes, I humbly trust, through the grace of our Redeemer, we shall meet again in that place of endless bliss, where sorrow can no longer disturb, for sin has no entrance there. What a contrast to the life of misery I have lately led and even now, at times, how oppressive is the sad recollection of the past! Jesus is all-sufficient ;-oh! that this glorious truth was ever present to my mind !"

Verschoyle had never, but on one occasion, spoken of Millicent, and then it was in reference to her husband, and he merely remarked that he had supposed it was to another

gentleman of the same name that she had

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Fitzgerald !" said he, in much astonishment, "Miss Aylmer the wife of Reyner Fitzgerald! She deserved to be happier!"

Mr. Vernon, who had accidentally learned how great an influence Verschoyle had had in convincing Millicent of the superiority (as he then believed) of the Roman Catholic religion to Protestantism;-no sooner heard this than he determined, on no occasion whatever, to mention Mrs. Fitzgerald, believing, that the remembrance of having been instrumental in causing one of so much influence to renounce the religion of the Bible, could not fail deeply to wound Verschoyle. Nor was this unnoticed by Verschoyle, and much did he venerate that charity which thus actuated Mr. Vernon. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald were still at their seat in the north, therefore Verschoyle had never seen them. Their return, however, to Ashton Hall had been delayed, owing to the illness of one of Mr. Fitzgerald's sisters, on whose mind Millicent had made very considerable impres

sions with regard to Popery. Her family merely ridiculed the idea of wasting so much time in the thoughts of any religion, and allowed her to act as she chose.

Mr. Vernon had been from home during the greater part of the day, imperative duty having called him away: he returned from his duty considerably fatigued; but, regardless of weariness, went immediately to the invalid.

He found Verschoyle very considerably worse. On seeing Mr. Vernon's concern, he stretched out his feeble hand to welcome him.

"You see a change, a great change, do you not, my dear friend, since you left me?"

"Yes," said Mr. Vernon; "but I trust and hope you find Jesus in this hour very precious to your soul."

"Thrice precious!" said Verschoyle, with as much energy as he was capable of." Mrs. Vernon will tell you how anxious I have been for your return. I wished just to say farewell to you once more. Truly I may say, The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the taber

nacles of the righteous; the right hand of the Lord doeth valiantly.'

"Ah, the dear creature!" said Morgan, "he has had a hard, hard day; but he tells me he's going to be happy, and I should be happy too, but, O dear me, sir, it's a sore thing to part with one like my young mas

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Try and ask God, Morgan," said Verschoyle, "by whose Spirit I trust you are taught, to comfort you. May he teach you to love him above all things!"

Morgan wept bitterly as Verschoyle spoke, and left the room.

"Poor fellow!" said Verschoyle," he was with me so many years, and so faithful; but I hope, when I am gone, that he will go back to his own country and be permitted to do some good amongst the poor Irish-my heart often reverts to them. I am anxious," continued Verschoyle, "for their souls above all, and shall, if you will give me leave, Mrs. Vernon, consign to your care some of the little money remaining to me, the residue of some funds bequeathed to me lately by a dis