to profess the doctrines of God their Saviour. It happened one morning, as Charles was busily engaged in arranging the books in his uncle's library, that he met with a Bible in rich but antiquated binding, and on carefully unclosing its silver clasps, he found that it had been the gift of his mother to Mr. Hamilton; and he looked with deep interest on the small, neat handwriting, and the simple expressions of love which marked the first page. How valued are the most trifling memorials of a loved and departed friend! "What have you found so attractive there, Charles?" inquired Mr. Hamilton, who was reading by the opposite window: 66 pray tell me the title of that volume, which has absorbed your attention for the last five minutes. Surely," added he playfully, "it can 6 not be one of my ancient volumes,' which you said looked as if they were printed before the deluge?" "Oh no, uncle!" replied Charles, smiling; "those venerable productions possess no charms for me." And then, in a graver tone, he said, as he passed the book to his uncle, "It is a Bible, uncle; a Bible with my mother's writing in it." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Hamilton, as the glow of a bright train of recollections lighted up his features, "this was a birthday gift from my dear sister. We were both young then; but I was giddy, careless, and self-willed, while Lucy T was mild, amiable and thoughtful, and |