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acknowledged heir of Arundel, and became possessed of large wealth, he took Ella to be the charm of his "ain fireside,” and companion for life. Here is the conclusion:
“My dearest mother, did Ella ever look so lovely as she does today ?' said Basil, as he seized Mrs. Talbot's hand (for now he used to call her mother) while standing by the window of that cheerful little drawing room, in the house which Mrs. Talbot had made her home, close to Basil's park at Arundel, and Ella was sitting at the table at the end of the room writing, and Talbot standing by her side was tying flowers, while he talked to Willie's sister of days gone by,
". She does, Basil, look lovely; and well she bears her sudden change of station. God loves to exalt the humble, and to give us the very blessing we sbrink from asking or seeking. She does look lovely, and a good wife, dear Basil, I think and believe she will make you.' "Oh, it seems as if life were too bright, too happy,' said Basil,
. gazing from the window at his own beautiful domain, which slept be. neath the moonlight.
“Get rid of that feeling,' said Mrs. Talbot ; or rather let it be very, very real. We must not let any thing be too bright here, God will not have it. And there is the reason of half life's sorrows for the good ; they will think they may make this world half a home, if not wholly, and shut their eyes while they let their hand fasten the cable to the rock which is to anchor them here, as if the moral guilt were gone if we do the act with averted eye.'
“ • Dear Mrs. Talbot, God teach me that lesson, and keep me every day very, very humble.'
“* If, Basil, you can make that your sincere prayer each day, all will be well. We must be on the pavement if we would take a bold flight heavenward ; there is no bold flight for him who starts halfway: the bird which flies highest is the lark, which nestles lowest in the grass.'
“And the words of that evening were the text of Basil's after life.
“ Next morning the bells broke out as I have described above, and an hour before noon, through teeming crowds of villagers and fishermen, past withered hands outstretched to bless, and aged heads bending low, up to the old grey church amid the graves of ages bygone, with the sea beaying far away, Basil led Ella to the church of Arundel.
“ Mrs. Talbot leaned on Edward Talbot's arm, and several of Basil's friends of schoolboy-days and the neighbourhood were there. Old Mr. Dobson had slept the night before at Arundel castle, and Pulteney performed the service. Talbot brought one friend,—it was Brooke, who had scarcely left him since the night of the shipwreck, a changed and altered character.
“ The service was calm and deep, and holy Communion closed it. Arundel never saw a brighter day: all were full of praise of Basil's
noble bearing, and Ella's sweet and humble form, as she leaned half trembling upon her husband's arm.
“On that bright day those were not forgotten who had filled up the group of life in life's young morning ; God rest them now! Poor Mary, Basil's mother, at peace now : Willie, dear Willie ! long gone to rest alone : and Alley, noble, glorious Alley, with the figure looming out between sky and wave : and Edith, how dear to all who were gathered there!
“ Often in after days, Talbot, when at home from the calls of his regiment, stayed with his mother in Arundel, and they would all sit together and talk of dear old days, and humbly wait and pray for the blessed time, when in another world the scattered sheaves would be bound up again into one sbock, the severed bond united, and the household of earth become once more a household in heaven."pp. 268, 269.
This book will find more admirers than “ Walter the Schoolmaster," for it must command the attention of many a circle of youthful readers, and we hope make its way into some of our public schools. Reviewers are generally supposed to be so ready at their art, that a free use of the paper knife, an examination of the type, and the reading of a page or two, are generally thought enough to enable them to decide upon the merits of the works they mention. Whatever may be the case in general, (for ourselves we deny the soft imputation,) we can say, we have read every page of this book, and were sorry when it was ended. Reader of mature age, do the same, and you will have the same feeling; let your children read it, and you will not regret it, for it is a book calculated to make them think.
Our Mirror is a blessed book,
Where out from each illumined page,
All eyes to dazzle and engage. THERE was in the dominions of a certain Great King, one province, small indeed compared with many others, but rich and fruitful, filled by his favour with abundance of all good things, and flourishing all over like a beautiful garden. The inhabitants were charged to cultivate it, and take care of the goodly trees and plants, so that their land might abound more and more with the fruits pleasing to the Great King. They however, not only. neglected to do this, but allowed an enemy to come in and sow all kinds of noxious plants, so that ere long no wilderness could be more barren or wretched. Thorns, briers, and poisonous herbs came up all over it, and the people starving and miserable quarrelled and fought together, and ruined still more their once pleasant land.
Amid all this confusion there was a great dread among many, lest the King should one day come and punish them for having so disobeyed him and spoiled his lands; and sometimes they longed to restore the country to its former fruitful state, but their endeavours were vain. Wild beasts howled around in the tangled thickets, and when they thought themselves happiest, some sudden alarm came upon them, and they found no rest nor pleasure anywhere. The King was not unmindful however of his miserable subjects, and he would not yet punish them for all their rebellion; he saw how wretched they had become, and he pitied them. As they could not possibly help themselves, his own much loved Son went to that wasted land, and called the inhabitants to learn of him how they might be restored from the dreadful state they had fallen into. But strange to relate, few came to him; the greater number preferred living as they were in the woods, and mocked and insulted the King's Son, who had come into their unfortunate abode to relieve them. He gathered to him many of the children however, and bearing the weakest in his arms, he brought them out of the desert, and led them to the entrance of a garden, which he had planted in the midst of that land and fenced round with a low yet solid wall.
Beside the gate which opened into this garden was a clear fountain, in which when the children had bathed, their torn limbs were healed, the marks of their scars and bruises removed, and they felt fresh and well. Then as clothed in clean garments they passed through the gate, one of the King's officers placed a mark on their foreheads, to show they were now adopted by him, and wrote their names in a large book which lay open before him, Very many were thus written down and entered the garden. Now the King's Son looking mildly and lovingly on the assembled band said, --Children, you are
now gathered out of the desert, and are safe in this garden; you have been saved by me from the wild beasts and from starving ; remember this, and keep within this place, and observe what I now tell you. You know that you are not now poor outcasts, but the King has pitied you and taken you to be his children. He has made ready for you a home in his own palace, that you may always live with him as king's sons and be happy. But only obedient and loving children can enjoy the pleasures there provided, and so the King leaves you all my chil.
. dren in this garden for a while that you may learn to be fit for your own home. I shall return to my father, but I shall from that distant palace look on you, and watch you continually; and I leave you a gift which will enable you also to see me, and even the glorious palace in which I dwell,
Then their kind Deliverer showed the children a mirror of pure gold very brightly polished, and bade them remark how clearly they themselves and everything around them were reflected in it. He pointed out to them bis own bright image there, and the palace of the Great King ; but so glorious were the golden walls that the children's eyes were dazzled by their light, and they could only faintly discern their outline. Then said the King's Son, “ This mirror I leave with you, my children, and you must continually look into it, for there you behold my image, which will still remain though I depart, and to which you must always be striving to become like. There also you will behold your own home, and though now it is too bright for you to gaze on, the more you look into the mirror the more visible will it become. You must strive while you remain here to be like me; and the more you study my image, the more you look to the palace of your Father, the more you will be so, I do not now promise you pleasure and rest, but if you are contented to wait, and do what your Father commands, you shall return with me to his palace, where is neither labour nor pain, but pleasures always. Do not therefore seek amusement greedily in every thing around you, your time of toil is now, and rest afterwards; but if you listen to the King's enemies, and are persuaded by them