nd heard, far up the hills and down the glen, that sweet, sweet
refrain,

"Canaan, bright Canaan!
Will you go to the land of Canaan?"

After this David stayed a week at Glenmora, and then it became
necessary for him to return to Glasgow. But wee Andrew was to have a
tutor and remain with his grandparents for some years at least. Andrew
himself determined to "tak a trip" and see Scotland and the wonderful
iron works of which he was never weary of hearing David talk.

When he reached Kendal, however, and saw for the first time the
Caledonian Railway and its locomotives, nothing could induce him to go
farther.

"It's ower like the deil and the place he bides in, Davie," he said,
with a kind of horror. "Fire and smoke and iron bands! I'll no ride at
the deil's tail-end, not e'en to see the land o' the Covenant."

So he went back to Glenmora, and was well content when he stood again
at his own door and looked over the bonny braes of Sinverness, its
simmering becks and fruitful vales. "These are the warks o' His hands,
Mysie," he said, reverently lifting his bonnet and looking up to
Creffel and away to Solway, "and you'd ken that, woman, if you had
seen Satan as I saw him rampaging roun' far waur than any roaring
lion."

After this Andrew never left Sinverness; but, the past unsighed for
and the future sure, passed through

"----an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,"

until, one summer evening, he gently fell on that sleep which God
giveth his beloved.

"For such Death's portal opens not in gloom,
But its pure crystal, hinged on solid gold,
Shows avenues interminable--shows
Amaranth and palm quivering in sweet accord
Of human mingled with angelic song."

One Wrong Step.

ONE WRONG STEP.

CHAPTER I.

"There's few folk ken Ragon Torr as I do, mother. He is better at
heart than thou wad think; indeed he is!"

"If better were within, better wad come out, John. He's been drunk or
dovering i' the chimney-corner these past three weeks. Hech! but he'd
do weel i' Fool's Land, where they get half a crown a day for
sleeping."

"There's nane can hunt a seal or spear a whale like Ragon; thou saw
him theesel', mother, among the last school i' Stromness Bay."

"I saw a raving, ranting heathen, wi' the bonnie blue bay a sea o'
blood around him, an' he shouting an' slaying like an old pagan
sea-king. Decent, God-fearing fisher-folk do their needful wark ither
g