sband's linen, which, I dare say, is
not so fine as yours."

"Pish, my dear! my shirts are good shirts enough for any Christian,"
cries the Colonel.

"They are Theo's and Hester's work," says mamma. At which her husband
arches his eyebrows and looks at her. "And Theo hath ripped and sewed
your sleeve to make it quite comfortable for your shoulder," the lady
added.

"What beautiful roses!" cries Harry, looking at a fine China vase full
of them that stood on the toilet-table, under the japan-framed glass.

"My daughter Theo cut them this morning. Well, Mr. Lambert? She did cut
them!"

I suppose the Colonel was thinking that his wife introduced Theo too
much into the conversation, and trod on Mrs. Lambert's slipper, or
pulled her robe, or otherwise nudged her into a sense of propriety.

"And I fancied I heard some one singing the Evening Hymn very sweetly
last night--or was it only a dream?" asked the young patient.

"Theo again, Mr. Warrington!" said the Colonel, laughing. "My servants
said your negro man began to sing it in the kitchen as if he was a
church organ."

"Our people sing it at home, sir. My grandpapa used to love it very
much. His wife's father was a great friend of good Bishop Ken, who wrote
it; and--and my dear brother used to love it too;" said the boy, his
voice dropping.

It was then, I suppose, that Mrs. Lambert felt inclined to give the boy
a kiss. His little accident, illness and recovery, the kindness of
the people round about him, had softened Harry Warrington's heart, and
opened it to better influences than those which had been brought to bear
on it for some six weeks past. He was breathing a purer air than that
tainted atmosphere of selfishness, and worldliness, and corruption, into
which he had been plunged since his arrival in England. Sometimes the
young man's fate, or choice, or weakness, leads him into the fellowship
of the giddy and vain; happy he, whose lot makes him acquainted with
the wiser company, whose lamps are trimmed, and whose pure hearts keep
modest watch.

The pleased matron left her young patient devouring Miss Theo's mess of
rice and chicken, and the Colonel seated by the lad's bedside. Gratitude
to his hospitable entertainers, and contentment after a comfortable
meal, caused in Mr. Warrington a very pleasant condition of mind and
body. He was ready to talk now more freely than usually was his custom;
for, unless excited by a strong interest or emotion, the young m