"O a great deal better !”

“Ah that's right. I am sure you will. On that other side, you see, is my winter sofa. It's a very comfortable resting-place I can tell you, Ellen, as I have proved by many a sweet nap; and its old chintz covers are very pleasant to me, for I remember them as far back as I remember any thing."

There was a sigh here; but Alice passed on and opened a door near the end of the sofa.

“Look in here, Ellen; this is my bedroom."

"O how lovely!" Ellen exclaimed.

The carpet covered only the middle of the floor; the rest was painted white. The furniture was common but neat as wax. Ample curtains of white dimity clothed the three windows, and lightly draped the bed. The toilet-table was covered with snow-white muslin, and by the toilet-cushion stood, late as it was, a glass of flowers. Ellen thought it must be a pleasure to sleep there.

"This," said Alice when they came out," between my door and the fireplace, is a cupboard. Here be cups and saucers, and so forth. In that other corner beyond the fireplace you see my flower-stand. Do you love flowers, Ellen ?"

"I love them dearly, Miss Alice.”

"I have some pretty ones out yet, and shall have one or two in the winter; but I can't keep a great many here; I haven't room for them. I have hard work to save these from frost. There's a beautiful daphne that will be out by and by, and make the whole house sweet. But here, Ellen, on this side between the windows, is my greatest treasure -my precious books. All these are mine.-Now, my dear, it is time to introduce you to my most excellent of easy chairs the best things in the room, aren't they? Put yourself in that-now do you feel at home?"

"Very much indeed, ma'am," said Ellen laughing, as Alice placed her in the deep easy chair.

There were two things in the room that Alice had not mentioned, and while she mended the fire Ellen looked at them. One was the portrait of a gentleman, grave and goodlooking; this had very little of her attention. The other was the counter-portrait of a lady; a fine dignified countenance

that had a charm for Ellen. It hung over the fireplace in an excellent light; and the mild eye and somewhat of a peculiar expression about the mouth bore such likeness to Alice, though older, that Ellen had no doubt whose it was.

Alice presently drew a chair close to Ellen's side, and kissed her.

"I trust, my child," she said, "that you feel better to-day than you did yesterday?"

"O I do, ma'am,-a great deal better," Ellen answered. "Then I hope the reason is that you have returned to your duty, and are resolved, not to be a Christian by and by, but to lead a Christian's life now?"

"I have resolved so, ma'am,—I did resolve so last night and this morning,—but yet I have been doing nothing but wrong all to-day."

Alice was silent. Ellen's lips quivered for a moment, and then she went on,

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"O ma'am, how I have wanted to see you to-day to tell me what I should do! I resolved and resolved this morning, and then as soon as I got down stairs I began to have bad feelings towards aunt Fortune, and I have been full of bad feelings all day; and I couldn't help it."

"It will not do to say that we cannot help what is wrong, Ellen. What is the reason that you have bad feelings towards your aunt?"

"She don't like me, ma'am."

"But how happens that, Ellen? I am afraid you don't like her."

"No, ma'am, I don't to be sure; how can I?"

"Why cannot you, Ellen ?"

"O I can't, ma'am! I wish I could. But oh, ma'am, I should have liked her I might have liked her, if she had been kind, but she never has. Even that first night I came she never kissed me, nor said she was glad to see me.'

to

"That was failing in kindness certainly, but is she unkind you, Ellen ?"

0 yes, ma'am, indeed she is. She talks to me, and talks to me, in a way that almost drives me out of my wits; and to-day she even struck me! She has no right to do it," said Ellen, firing with passion,-" she has no right to!—and she has no right to talk as she does about mamma. She did it

to-day, and she has done it before;-I can't bear it!—and I can't bear her! I can't bear her!"

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'Hush, hush," said Alice, drawing the excited child to her arms, for Ellen had risen from her seat ;

'you must not

talk so, Ellen;-you are not feeling right now."

"No, ma'am, I am not," said Ellen coldly and sadly. She sat a moment, and then turning to her companion put both arms round her neck, and hid her face on her shoulder again; and without raising it she gave her the history of the morning.

"What has brought about this dreadful state of things?" said Alice after a few minutes. "Whose fault is it, Ellen ?" "I think it is aunt Fortune's fault," said Ellen raising her head; "I don't think it is mine. If she had behaved well to me I should have behaved well to her. I meant to, I am

"Do you mean to say you do not think you have been in fault at all in the matter?"

"No, ma'am—I do not mean to say that. I have been very much in fault-very often-I know that. I get very angry and vexed, and sometimes I say nothing, but sometimes I get out of all patience and say things I ought not. I did so to-day; but it is so very hard to keep still when I am in such a passion; and now I have got to feel so towards aunt Fortune that I don't like the sight of her; I hate the very look of her bonnet hanging up on the wall. I know it isn't right; and it makes me miserable; and I can't help it, for I grow worse and worse every day;-and what shall Í do?"

Ellen's tears came faster than her words.

"Ellen, my child," said Alice after a while," there is but one way. You know what I said to you yesterday?"

"I know it, but dear Miss Alice, in my reading this morning I came to that verse that speaks about not being forgiven if we do not forgive others; and oh! how it troubles me; for I can't feel that I forgive aunt Fortune; I feel vexed whenever the thought of her comes into my head; and how can I behave right to her while I feel so ?"

"You are right there, my dear; you cannot indeed; the heart must be set right before the life can be."

"But what shall I do to set it right ?"

"Pray."

"Dear Miss Alice, I have been praying all this morning that I might forgive aunt Fortune, and yet I cannot do it."

"Pray, still, my dear," said Alice, pressing her closer in her arms,-" pray still; if you are in earnest the answer will come. But there is something else you can do, and must do, Ellen, besides praying, or praying may be in vain.” "What do you mean, Miss Alice ?"

"You acknowledge yourself in fault-have you made all the amends you can? Have you, as soon as you have seen yourself in the wrong, gone to your aunt Fortune and acknowledged it, and humbly asked her pardon?"

Ellen answered "no" in a low voice.

"Then, my child, your duty is plain before you. The next thing after doing wrong is to make all the amends in your power; confess your fault, and ask forgiveness, both of God and man. Pride struggles against it, I see yours does,but my child, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.””

Ellen burst into tears and cried heartily.

"Mind your own wrong doings, my child, and you will not be half so disposed to quarrel with those of other people. But, Ellen dear, if you will not humble yourself to this you must not count upon an answer to your prayer. 'If thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath aught against thee,'-what then?' Leave there thy gift before the altar;' go first and be reconciled to thy brother, and then come.

But

"But is it so hard to forgive?" sobbed Ellen. "Hard? yes it is hard when our hearts are so. there is little love to Christ and no just sense of his love to us in the heart that finds it hard. Pride and selfishness make it hard; the heart full of love to the dear Saviour cannot lay up offences against itself."

"I have said quite enough," said Alice after a pause; you know what you want, my dear Ellen, and what you ought to do. I shall leave you for a little while to change my dress, for I have been walking and riding all the morning. Make a good use of the time while I am gone."

Ellen did make good use of the time. When Alice returned she met her with another face than she had worn

all that day, humbler and quieter; and flinging her arms around her, she said,

“I will ask aunt Fortune's forgiveness;-I feel I can do it now."

"And how about forgiving, Ellen ?"

"I think God will help me to forgive her," said Ellen; "I have asked him. At any rate I will ask her to forgive me. But oh Miss Alice! what would have become of me without you!"

"Don't lean upon me, dear Ellen'; remember you have a better friend than I always near you; trust in him; if I have done you any good, don't forget it was he brought me to you yesterday afternoon."

"There's just one thing that troubles me now,” said Ellen,-"mamma's letter. I am thinking of it all the time; I feel as if I should fly to get it !"

"We'll see about that. Cannot you ask your aunt for it?" "I don't like to."

"Take care, Ellen; there is some pride there yet."

“Well, I will try," said Ellen, "but sometimes, I know, she would not give it to me if I were to ask her. But I'll try, if I can."

"Well, now to change the subject-at what o'clock did you dine to-day?"

"I don't know, ma'am,—at the same time we always do, I believe."

"And that is twelve o'clock, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am ; but I was so full of coming here and other things that I couldn't eat.”

"Then I suppose you would have no objection to an early tea?"

"No, ma'am,—whenever you please," said Ellen laughing. "I shall please it pretty soon. I have had no dinner at all to-day, Ellen; I have been out and about all the morning, and had just taken a little nap when you came in. Come this way and let me show you some of my housekeeping."

She led the way across the hall to the room on the opposite side; a large, well-appointed, and spotlessly neat kitchen. Ellen could not help exclaiming at its pleasantness.

"Why, yes—I think it is. I have been in many a parlour that I do not like as well. Beyond this is a lower kitchen