Let us not
then repine or feel dispirited, but with grateful hearts do our duty
cheerfully in that state of life to which it has pleased Him to call
us."

"I agree with you, my dear husband," replied Mrs Campbell; "nay, I can
say with sincerity, that I am not sorry we are now left to our own
exertions, and that we have an opportunity of proving that we _can_ do
without the assistance of others. Up to the present, our trial has been
nothing; indeed, I can fancy to myself what our trials are to be. Come
they may, but from what quarter I cannot form an idea: should they come,
however, I trust we shall shew our gratitude for the past blessings, and
our faith derived from past deliverances, by a devout submission to
whatever the Almighty may please to try or chasten us with."

"Right, my dear," replied Mr Campbell; "we will hope for the best; we
are as much under His protection here in the wilderness, as we were at
Wexton Hall; we were just as liable to all the ills which flesh is heir
to when we were living in opulence and luxury as we are now in this
log-house; but we are, I thank God, not so liable in our present
position to forget Him who so bountifully provides for us and in His
wisdom ordereth all our ways. Most truly has the poet said, `Sweet are
the uses of adversity.'"

"Well," observed Emma, after a pause, as if to give a more lively turn
to the conversation, "I wonder what my trials are to be! Depend upon
it, the cow will kick down the pail, or the butter won't come!"

"Or you'll get chapped fingers in the winter time, and chilblains on
your feet," continued Mary.

"That will be bad; but Captain Sinclair says that if we don't take care
we shall be frost-bitten and lose the tips of our noses."

"That would be hard upon you, Emma, for you've none to spare," said
Alfred.

"Well, you have, Alfred, so yours ought to go first."

"We must look after one another's noses, they say, as we cannot tell if
our own is in danger; and if we see a white spot upon another's nose, we
must take a bit of snow and rub it well; a little delicate attention
peculiar to this climate."

"I cannot say that I do not know what my trials are to be," said
Alfred--"that is, trials certain; nor can Henry, either. When I look at
the enormous trunks of these trees, which we have to cut down with our
axes, I feel positive that it will be a hard trial before we master
them. Don't you think so, Henry?"

"I have made up my mind to ha