reminding the villagers of the olden time when Terrace Hill was
filled with gay revelers. Anna Millbrook was there, more beautiful than
in her girlhood, and almost childishly fond of her missionary Charlie,
who she laughingly declared was perfectly incorrigible on the subject of
surplice and gown, adding that as the mountain would not go to Mahomet,
Mahomet must go to the mountain; and so she was fast becoming an
out-and-out Presbyterian of the very bluest stripe.

Sweet Anna! None who looked into her truthful, loving face, or knew the
beautiful consistency of her daily life, could doubt that whether
Presbyterian or Episcopal in sentiment, the heart was right and the feet
were treading the narrow path which leadeth unto life eternal.

It was a happy week spent at Terrace Hill; but one heart ached to its
very core when, at its close, Irving Stanley went back to where duty
called him, trusting that the God who had succored him thus far, would
shield him from future harm, and keep him safely till the coming autumn,
when, with the first falling of the leaf, he would gather to his embrace
his darling Adah, who, with every burden lifted from her spirits, had
grown in girlish beauty until others than himself marveled at her
strange loveliness.

* * * * *

On the white walls of a handsome country seat just on the banks of the
Connecticut, the light of the April sunset falls, and the soft April
wind kisses the fair cheek and lifts the golden curls of the young
mistress of Spring Bank--for so, in memory of the olden time, have they
named their new home--Hugh and Alice, who, arm in arm, walk up and down
the terraced garden, talking softly of the way they have been led, and
gratefully ascribing all praise to Him who rules and overrules, but does
nought save good to those who love Him.

Down in the meadow land and at the rear of the building, dusky forms are
seen--the negroes, who have come to their Northern home, and among them
the runaway, who, ashamed of his desertion, has returned to his former
master, resenting the name of contraband, and dismissing the
ultra-abolitionists as humbugs, who deserved putting in the front of
every battle. Hugh knows it will be hard accustoming these blacks to
Northern usages and ways of doing things, but as he has their good in
view as well as his own, and as they will not leave him, he feels sure
that in time he will succeed, and cares but little for the opinion