nearly every country on the globe, including Australia, Japan, China, and India.

The Grand Duchess Marie Alexandrovna, to whom the Prince is betrothed, is the only daughter of Alexander II. the Emperor of Russia.

The fair Princess is of the religion of her country, which is the Russo-Greek, or, as it is called by those who profess it, the Orthodox Catholic Faith." The Greek Church differs from the Latin (or, as we commonly call it, the Roman Catholic Church) in several important points: for instance, it rejects the Romish doctrine of Purgatory; it gives the Communion. in both kinds, whereas the Roman Church denies the cup to the lay-people; and it enjoins the marriage of the parish clergy. In its worship the Greek, Church forbids the use of images in its sacred buildings, although it allows pictures, if they are not too like life. But it is sad to have to say that the Russo-Greek Church, which has so many millions belonging to it, like the Roman Catholic Church with all its millions, is but an imperfect teacher of the people; and travellers tell us that in Russia the people are both ignorant and superstitious, while most of the priests are little in advance of them.

Of course, the royal and noble houses in Russia are very different from the serfs,' and the Grand Duchess Marie will be able to understand the purer faith which English peasants, as well as English princes, love and value. Let us hope and pray that she may learn to enjoy the worship of the Church to which her royal lover belongs, and into which her children, should God give them, will be baptized; for it is the Russian rule that the children of Russian princesses, marrying into other countries, are brought up in the faith of their adopted country.

THE LIGHT OF LOVE (Concluded from p. 372.) CHAPTER V.

ERHAPS if Milly had been more spirited, of a less reserved and sensitive nature, she might have got on better with George. Some one who would have stood well up to him,' as the phrase goes, and held her own' decisively but good-humouredly, would have had a fairer chance of keeping him within due bounds, while she would not herself have sunk into the moping feeling which depressed poor little Milly.

It was a happy thing for Milly that Mr. Maudsley had touched her heart and caused her to lay it bare before him; otherwise the mischief might in her case have gone on unchecked, She now knew what a terrible enemy she had been fostering in her bosom.

If we look forward a few months, wei shall find her struggling still, now hopefully, now almost in despair; sometimes with feeble hands and failing feet; but always striving, and, though she scarcely knows it, advancing somewhat in the end, just as the tide steadily rises though each wave may fall backward by a little. We see her once again gazing out of the nursery window after some fresh provocation re

ceived from George; but not, as in that early day of spring, dwelling on the treatment she had undergone, but thinking instead what there was that she could do to please or help her brother.

And the chance for a noble revenge was close at hand. George was brought home that evening by one of his masters, having received a hurt to his knee by slipping down in the play-ground. The chief thing ordered by the surgeon, when he came, was perfect rest to the injured part. To secure this, George was to stay in bed for a few days, at any rate-perhaps it might be for much longer.

Days passed into weeks, and still the poor boy, though allowed to be lifted from his bed to a sofa, was obliged to keep his room. He did not take the imprisonment patiently at first, but now Milly found no difficulty in bearing with his ill-humour; she was sincerely sorry for him, and she strained all her powers to devise plans for his amusement, throwing entirely aside her ball and dolls and tale-books, and devoting every spare moment to his service. She never tired of running about and waiting on him, and she was never more pleased than when he wished her to be with him.

But it was weary work for a strong, active lad like George; and though, as the time passed on, he began to resign himself somewhat to his fate, it was easy to see that he fretted silently.

'It is so hard for a fellow,' he said one day to his old nurse, to be shut up here so long; and the worst of it is I shall lose all chance of the Latin prize.'

Milly was sitting quietly in the room, waiting to be of use; and George, who had forgotten that she was there, turned his head at some slight movement she made, and he saw the tears trickling down her cheeks and her hasty motion to brush

them away when she found herself detected. Sending nurse off for something, he called his sister to him.

'What are you crying for?' he asked, in what sounded to her a sharp tone.

She made timid answer, not sure how he would take it:-'I am so sorry for you, George; I don't like to see you unhappy.'

He cast down his eyes for a moment, and then a softened look came into his face.

'I say, Milly,' he jerked out with an effort, and still without looking at her, 'you are a regular brick. You've not a bit of spite about you, like some girls. Here I've knocked you about many a time, and teased you, and called you names; and now a fellow's down you might have trampled on him, and him, and you haven't.'

Milly's heart throbbed with a new joy. 'I have often and often been cross,' she said, and spiteful when you have vexed me; but I couldn't ever be so while you are laid up like this.'

'No,' he returned warmly, with a quick, grateful glance, and a little penitent tremor in his voice; 'you've been better to me than mother; better even than nurse. You've made me feel what a brute I've been to you. Here,'-and he stretched out his hand and pulled her towards him, 'give me a kiss, and forgive me for everything."

Tears of thankfulness rained over Milly's cheeks now. The reward had come at last, the crown of her endeavours. She loved George from the depths of her heart. He might offend her in the future, and she might be often angry; but after what had just passed she could never hate him again. All shadow of anger and malice had cleared away, and there streamed full npon her soul in that hour the radiant Light of Love. EMMA RHODES.