she had no cause to be ashamed. Hope and resolution lighted up the eyes of the sick man, and excitement brought a warm color to his cheek, so that he seemed almost well again.

But a third party had witnessed this little scene, and in her heart was deeper, more grateful joy than in Julia's. Mrs. Lambert had missed the good girl from the tea-table, and having come in quest of her, had beheld all that had transpired. A slight movement at the door called thither the attention of the husband and of Julia, and there stood the completely overwhelmed wife, big tears dropping like summer rain from her face, with upraised hands clasped tightly from intense feeling, her lips parted, and the paleness of excitement blanching yet whiter her ever pale features. Oh, my dear James! my dear, dear husband!' burst from her o'ercharged heart, as she rushed towards the bed; and winding her arms about his neck, she sobbed on his pillow like a very infant. The sufferings of past years, his deep debasement, his harsh treatment of herself and little ones, his neglect of his family-all, all were forgotten, the tenderness of their early affection. came back in all its freshness, and the lips of the so long unhappy, and almost alienated couple, met in a kiss.

It was soon known by all in the house that Mr. Lambert had pledged himself never again to drink,

and, greatly to Julia's annoyance, the circumstances connected with it flew like wildfire from lip to lip. All was excitement. Some hurried to Mr. Lambert's room to offer their congratulations, and to strengthen his newly formed resolution; others gathered around Julia, stunning her with praises and thanks, while the children of the family stood at a distance, and looked up at the fair girl, as though she were a goddess, whom they must worship afar off.

That evening, when the gentlemen came to gallant home their wives, sisters, cousins, and friends, a duty they never failed to perform,Henry Marston, for the first time, made his appearance at the sewing society. The occurrence of the afternoon furnished the topic of conversation for the evening; and Julia, poor girl, was again greatly distressed at the laudation of which she was the object, and at the exaggerated praise of herself that came from all lips. All her previous good deeds. were dragged to light, and she became the lion of the evening, the observed of all observers.' Cousin Henry sought her out, and commended her as he had never done before, mildly, but warmly, and her eyes were bent to the ground by the undisguised admiration and affection that beamed from his.

'I believe you promised to join us, cousin Henry,'

she said, on their way home that night, 'when our society became more useful. Are we not sufficiently utilitarian to suit your notions now?'

'Dear Julia! what a good girl you are! How this sewing society has changed, and all through your instrumentality! How have I wronged you, by calling you vain and heartless! Forgive me, dearest cousin, for until recently, I have never understood you.'

'But all this is not to the purpose, Henry. Don't wander from the question. I am secretary of the society; say, will you give me your name?'

'Yes, Julia,' he replied, with a vehemence that almost startled her; and not my name merely, but my hand and my heart. Will you accept them? Do not say no, for my happiness depends upon your answering yes. Tell me that my years of unspoken affection are not unrequited, and promise, gladsome, light-hearted cousin, as my own dear wife, to infuse into my darker and less hopeful nature, the sunshine and happiness that dwell in your heart. Oh Julia, be mine, and teach me, like yourself, to make the world better for my having lived in it!'

After what the fair reader has learned of Julia's benevolent nature, it will easily be believed that she complied with so reasonable a request. But we are not skillful in depicting love scenes, and must leave Julia's reply entirely to the imagination of the

gentle reader. Just go back a few years, and recall your own language and manner under similar circumstances, or forward a few years, and think how you will act, and what you will say, when her case becomes your own, and you will have Julia's answer, at least, in substance. But this we will tell you: there was a wedding at the village church that fall, at which were present all the members of the sewing society, Widow Foster, and her little ones, as well as the Lamberts, who would, on no account, have been absent from the bridal of their benefactress.

At the gate of castle Biwog.

'Greetings from thy son we bring thee

Filial greetings from thy Stibor,
Who his nuptial vows will utter
In twice ten days at Ratibor,
And his father humbly biddeth!'

'Hath the boy, unwisely, rashly,
Sought a foreign land and chosen
For his bride, a foeman's daughter -
Scorning all his father's counsels
Proudly forfeiting his blessing -
Never shall he see that father
At his nuptial banquet seated !'

Maidens summon-gay-robed maidens -
At the gate of ancient Biwog: -
'Courteous greetings from fair Ulla,

From thy son's young bride we bring thee;