enough to let him alone. It began to rain; and as the large drops swept in on the passenger opposite, he wished to put up the glass: but his gruff neighbour demurred, and, rather than have any debate, the gentleman wrapped himself up in his cloak, and retiring into the corner, shunned the shower as well as he could. And so, stage after stage they journeyed; the three happy and at home with one another, the silent man moody and self-absorbed. At last the hills around the mansion came in sight, and then the enclosing wall, and then the swelling lawn studded with its noble trees, and, last of all, the towers and battlements of the castle itself began to appear. And now the passengers began to look sprightlier, and glanced out at the windows, as if they knew it all, and smiled to one another, and began to get things in readiness, as if they, too, meant to stop somewhere hereabouts. And so they did; for the moment the stage drew up at the castle-gate, they all got out, and it was evident, from the attendants in waiting, that they were distinguished visitors. Two of them were special friends of the Prince, and the one who had borne the pelting of the shower so patiently was his brother. Our sullen traveller felt exceedingly awkward, and almost wished to retain his place in the vehicle and pass on. But ascertaining who he was, and that he too was bound for their mansion, the Prince's brother introduced himself, and exerted all his courtesy to supersede his apologies and restore his self-possession. By the time they reached the entrance-door, the poor man's confusion had somewhat subsided; but bitter

were his self-reproaches, and vehement his protestations that, if he had another journey to perform, he would not be so haughty by the way, nor look so silly at the journey's end.

MORAL.

Be not sectaries-be not recluses. Please every one his neighbour for his good. Put up the window when it rains on your fellow-passenger; and to do good and communicate do not forget. Fall not out with your Christian brethren by the way; and, in order to avoid painful discoveries and explanations when this conveyance of the visible Church stands still, and the journey of life is over, put on no arrogant nor exclusive airs whilst you still are fellow-travellers.

THE HAPPY HOME.

IX.

THE FAITHFUL SERVANT.

DEAR READER,-You are away from home. Perhaps it is not long since you left it, and still your fondest thoughts are there. When the house is quiet; when you can follow every footfall in the street, till it dies away round the corner; when the fire burns low, and every tick of the clock comes loud and earnest; or when you chance to waken up in the lonely night, your mind is sure to wander off to that loved dwelling. Where is it? Is it yon white house, with the mountain behind it, and the misty crags where the eagle screams, and the torrent thunders down, in the most ancient melody of old and tuneful Wales? Or is it far, far away, in the Highlands? Is it thatched with broom and brackens, and does a peat-stack stand at the gable ?-and out among the crows and the peeweets, does Donald wrap round him his plaid, and