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as we hope, to return to San Francisco. His relations may well be proud of him, for he has shown himself indeed a hero.'
as I said before, was their unwearying protector.
• The “ Western Queen” was on its way back to San Francisco, and there, before any news of thedisaster reached the place, we presented ourselves before Matthew's astonished eyes. A special steamer was despatched to the scene of our shipwreck to recover the buried treasure, which was found as we left it, and was conveyed on to its destination. You will be glad to hear that a meeting of the owners has been called, and a liberal sum voted as a reward to the four men of the crew, and to Roger Weir, as an acknowledgment of gratitude for services rendered, in placing the large sum in safety during the perils of that time. Roger's share will come to nearly 501., so you see he is quite a rich man now. Though much shaken and wearied with all these disasters, Matthew is of opinion that the English journey should not be much longer delayed, so I am to make another attempt next week. Roger is to accompany us to England. This was my wish, and Matthew has given his consent. I feel as if, next to my husband, I could most rely on bim, he was so helpful, so unmindful of himself, during those days of suffering. Matthew hopes, however, that be will return with us too, as he regards him as a valuable servant. And now, I think I have written a volume instead of a letter; but I knew, when the newspaper accounts reached you, you would be anxious to hear the exact truth of the matter. You may look for us all not very long after you get this letter, and I trust we may have a less eventful passage. I ask you, dear
I Violet, to read this account to Roger Weir's father and mother, and to tell them that Matthew also is determined to show bis approval of their son's conduct by doing something to advance him in life, whether he desires to remain in England, or prefers,
“There,' said Violet pausing with glistening eyes, what do you think of that, Mrs. Weir ? Didn't I always say Roger had it in him? But people are so stupid, they think if a boy can't talk glibly, or stand on his head, or do something out of the way, that he is good for nothing.'
The long letter and the wonderful news had so impressed the Weirs, that Thomas could only gasp, while Mrs. Weir took up the corner of her apron.
It was hardly the reception of the news that Violet expected.
Mr. Swayne was more considerate.
“This is famous news,' he said cheerfully, but it is all so wonderful that we can hardly take it all in. Come along, Violet. We will look in again in the morning, Thomas, and I wish you a very good night, and happy dreams of Roger.'
'Father,' said Alice, as they made their way to the Rectory, 'isn't it strange ? last summer it was all Johnny in that house, he was so clever and was to do so much, and now he is only a poor half-witted boy, and Roger is looked to as the great comfort and support of the family!'
“Yes, Alice, it is strange,' said Mr. Swayne, "and I feel deeply for the poor Weirs as regards Johnny; all the more that they helped to wear the poor child's brain out. As to Roger, a little sunshine will do him good; will it not, Violet? He was a good deal depressed when he left home, but he too, poor lad! will be grieved to find what sad effects the fever has had on his little brother.'
• It is a very strange world !' said Alice, sighing: ‘if we did not know that God is very wise, and looks to the end, which we
can't, it would be very difficult to take the colours that are in the light in regular things quietly. But I won't think of the order-one above the other, as in a perfect troubles now, it is so pleasant to feel rainbow: sometimes you will only see only that Roger is coming home, and all your one or two, just as it happens. Hence, friends, Violet; and after such adventures, when you stand so as to look at a dewdrop too! Where is Gilbert? He must hear all opposite the sun, and the gleam of sunabout it.' (To be continued.)
light goes into the drop, the white gleam is broken up into all the different coloured
gleams which are called the prismatic THE RAINBOW.
And it is this on a vast scale that YHAT is the rainbow? When
makes the rainbow. Millions on millions the sunlight falls upon a
of rain-drops are falling. The sunlight drop of dew you know the shines on them and into them. Ipside dewdrop sparkles. This the drops the light is broken up into the is because the sunlight different colours of which pure white light falls upon the dewdrops, is composed.
is composed. From one circle of drops and they reflect or give
the red rays are reflected to your eye, and back' its light. They you see a red bow. From another circle
were nothing but dark of drops the violet rays are reflected, and water-drops before the sun rose and shone you see a violet bow, and so of the other on them and made them sparkle.
colours that compose the rainbow. But suppose you stand with your back This is a simple way of telling, so far as to the sun, and look at the dewdrops on a we understand it, what the rainbow is; but leaf or spray as it waves gently in the what is of much greater interest to us is breeze; you will presently see not the bright the lesson of the Rainbow. It teaches us white gleam only, but flashes of colours, that God will never again destroy the earth red, blue, green. This is because the sun- with a flood. In His great love and goodlight has not only shone on the outside of ness God has put the beautiful bow in the the drop, and then been given back or re- cloud, as a sign that He remembers His flected, but because the light has shone promise that the waters shall no more beright into the inside of the drop, and then come a food to destroy all flesh that is turned back again, all broken up into these upon the earth. (Gen. ix.) different colours.
The poet Campbell addresses the rainFor you know that one gleam or ray of bow in a poem from which we choose some pure white sunlight is made up of many rays of different colours. So long as it has
• Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky free passage and can go on its way un
When storms prepare to part,
To teach me what thou art. to pass through anything that stops it at
When o'er the green, undeluged earth, all, or which turns it aside at all, then in
Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, certain cases the rays become separated How came the world's grey fathers forth, from each other: sometimes you see all
To watch thy sacred sign!
• Donald, let the blackberries go this OW dreary would the meadows be once, and stay with me.' In the pleasant summer light,
* I can't, Bessie: I have promised to go. Suppose there wasn't a bird to sing,
I am going to get the berries for you, And suppose the grass was white ! Bessie; you like blackberries.'
But I don't want them, I only want you. How dreary would the garden be,
Do stay with me, Donald, this once-only With all its flowery trees,
this once. You look out of the window Suppose there were no butterflies,
and see the sun shining so brightly, and there were no bees!
you think me selfish. If I am selfish, Donald, And what would all the beauty be,
forgive me; it is so lonesome to be lying And what the song that cheers,
here alone, while mother is gleaning and Suppose we hadn't any eyes,
you are away. I am so thirsty, and there's And suppose we hadn't ears?
noone to giveme some water: I am so weary,
and there's no one to kiss or to comfort me. For though the grass were gay and green,
Stay with me, Donald, this once!'
The speaker was a pale, fragile girl of
about fourteen or fifteen, wbo was lying What good would they do us then ?
upon a couch in the front room of a pretty Ah, think of it, my little friends;
but humble little cottage. This couch, And when some pleasure flies,
which was arranged as a bed, was drawn Why, let it go, and still be glad
close up to the window, with the view of That you have your ears and eyes. cheering the sick girl with a sight of the ALICE CAREY. bright scene from without.
How ill she looked ! Her countenance BLACKBERRYING;
so pale, with a small spot of bright red OR, WHY DID HE LEAVE HER?
marked on either cheek; her hands, which RE you going to school were lying outside the coverlet, so thin and after dinner, Donald ?' weak; and her dark eyes so restless and
No. It's Wednes- troubled ! day, Bessie -- half a By her side sat a boy of about thirteen, holiday.'
busily employed in chiseling out a boat. A ‘Oh, you'll stay with fine, handsome boy he was, as strong as she me then; won't you, was fragile, as healthy as she was weak; Donald ?'
and yet there was some resemblance about " What do you say,
the features—perhaps it was the eyes--Bessie?'
which told that they were brother and sister. . You'll stay with me, Donald dear? The young girl's voice was imploring, Say you'll stay with me.'
and she earnestly watched her brother as Not all the afternoon, Bessie.
he chipped away at his boat, and then, mised go out blackberrying with Bob after a minute's pause, she said again,Taylor some time to-day: he's to call • Stay with me, Donald !! for me.
He says he's found a hoard of I can't disappoint Bob, Bessie ; but I'll them in a nook that nobody knows of. come home to you as soon as ever I can.
I shall get
You are used to being left alone a good part Bessie's yearning eyes, and bounded joyof the day now it's gleaning-time, and it ously onwards over the grass. won't feel any different this once.'
It was a glorious afternoon, the very • Very well!' said the sick girl with a day for blackberrying, as Bob Taylor sigh, and she turned her face partly round called it: 'You could almost see the berries to the wall. No, it won't feel any differ.
ripen while you looked at them.' Though, ent this once, I don't suppose, and I can for my part, I think Bob would have had watch for your coming home.'
to look a long time, if he waited for the • I'll move these flower-pots in the window berries to ripen before he gathered them. so that you can see better: like that. Ah! *If there's one thing,' said Donald, as I can see Bob Taylor coming across the the two boys hurried along side by side, Green; he'll be here in a minute. Now, more superior than another, it is blackBessie, I can put you a glass of water close berry pudding.' by on this chair, so that you can get it Blackberry pie beats it. for yourself if you are thirsty; and can I
mother to make mine into a pie,' said Bob. do anything more?'
* And I,' said Donald, shall give all Only kiss me, Donald.'
mine to Bessie; and if she likes pie better • That's easy done, Bessie. Now are you than pudding she can have it, or if she all right and tight, or do you want any- likes them raw she can have them. I'm thing else ?'
getting mine on purpose for Bessie ; she No, nothing, thank you.'
does like blackberries so much.' “Then good-bye, Bessie. I'll be home Oh, Donald ! are you trying to deceive before you think; take care of yourself.? yourself with this thought ? Or bave you
With these words Donald gave the bed- already forgotten that Bessie said she did clothes a tug, and then a whack, with an not want the berries, but only wanted you? intention, most likely, of making them And now, Bob,' went on Donald, 'wheremore comfortable; and then, having again abouts is this precious nook of yours? kissed his sister, he caught up his hat Very much farther?' which was lying by and bounded out of the • A good two miles and a half now.' cottage-door.
A tidy distance, isn't it, Bob?' said O Donald, Donald ! why did you go? Donald, thinking of the time that Bessie Wby, for a couple of hours' enjoyment, did would have to watch for his return. you leave her to drag on the weary time, * Nothing when you think of the blackso long to her in her pain and sickness, berries,' answered Bob.
I walked over so short to you in your strength and health? yesterday morning before breakfast, and
Once as he was hurrying across the Green they were just beginning to turn colour, to meet half-way his bright-eyed companion, and they were big as marbles then. They a boy somewhere about his own age, his will be just ripe now, and no one knows heart misgave him, and Donald was nearly the nook but me.' turning his steps back to the sick roorn; but So the boys went on, sometimes beguilthe sun shone so brightly, the birds sang so ing the way by playing leap-frog on the merrily, and Bob Taylor looked so happy soft turf, and at others trying their skill with his basket slung on a hooked stick at jumping over his shoulder, that Donald forgot poor
(Concluded in our next.)