on is not in the confidence of these good people.
Moral suasion is the order of the day. They often talk very wisely to
each other, about the training of their children, and gravely discuss
the prescriptions given long ago, for the curing of evils which come
into the world with us all. They would fain persuade themselves that
there is not so much need for them in the present enlightened age. They
do not quite succeed, however, and fully intend to commence the training
process soon. Celestia, especially, has some misgivings, as she looks
into the face of her bold, beautiful boy, but she shrinks from the
thought of severe measures, and hopes that it will all come out right
with him, without the wise king's medicine; and if mother's love and
unfailing patience will bring things out right, there need be no fear
for little Elliott.

It is a happy home, the Greenleaf's. There are ease and comfort without
luxury; there is necessity for exertion, without fear of want. There
are many good and pretty things in the house, for use and ornament.
There are pictures, books and magazines in plenty, and everything within
and without goes to prove the truth of Mr Snow's declaration, that "the
Greenleafs take their comfort as they go along."

But no change has come to anyone in Merleville, so great as the change
that has come to Mr Snow himself. Death has been in his dwelling
once--twice. His wife and his mother have both found rest, the one from
her weary waiting, the other from her cares. The house to which Sampson
returns with lagging footsteps, is more silent than ever now.

But a change greater than death can make, had come to Sampson first,
preparing him for all changes. It came to him as the sight of rushing
water comes to the traveller who has been long mocked with the sound of
it. It came, cleansing from his heart and from his life the dust and
dimness of the world's petty cares, and vain pursuits. It found him
weary of gains-getting, weary of toiling and moiling amid the dross of
earth for that which could not satisfy, and it gave him for his own, the
pearl which is above all price. Weary of tossing to and fro, it gave
him a sure resting-place, "a refuge whereunto he may continually
resort," a peace that is abiding. With its coming the darkness passed
away, and light to cheer and guide was his for evermore. Behind the
closed blinds of his deserted house, he was not alone. The promise,
made good to so many in al