proud and happy face laid it
in her arms.

"Yes," he said, in moved tones. "Oh, that men would praise the Lord for
His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!"

"If mother could only have seen him!" And tears gathered in the soft,
sweet eyes of the young mother gazing so tenderly upon the tiny face on
her arm.

"She will, one day, I trust; I have been asking for this new darling that
he may be an heir of glory: that he may early be gathered into the fold of
the good Shepherd."

"And I, too," she said, "have besought my precious Saviour to be the God
of my children also from their birth."

"What do you intend to call your son?"

"What do you?" she asked, smiling up at him.

"Horace, for your father, if you like."

"And I had thought of Edward, for his father and yours. Horace Edward.
Will that do?"

"I am satisfied, if you are. But Edward would do for the next."

"But he may never come to claim it," she said, laughing. "Is papa in the
house?"

"Yes, and delighted to learn that he has a grandson."

"Oh, bring him here and let me see the first meeting between them."

"Can you bear the excitement?"

"I promise not to be excited; and it _always_ does me good to see my dear
father."

Mr. Dinsmore came softly in, kissed very tenderly the pale face on the
pillow, then took a long look at the tiny pink one nestling to her side.

"Ah, isn't he a beauty? I have made you two grand-fathers now, you dear
papa!" she said, indulging in a little jest to keep down the emotions
tugging at her heart-strings. "Do you begin to feel old and decrepit, _mon
pere_?"

"Not very," he said smiling, and softly smoothing her hair; "not more so
to-day than I did yesterday. But now I must leave you to rest and sleep.
Try, my darling, for all our sakes, to be very prudent, very calm and
quiet."

"I will, papa; and don't trouble about me. You know I am in good hands.
Ah, stay a moment! here is Edward bringing wee bit Elsie to take her first
peep at her little brother."

"Mamma," cried the child; stretching out her little arms towards the bed,
"mamma, take Elsie."

"Mamma can't, darling; poor mamma is so sick," said Mr. Travilla; "stay
with papa."

"But she shall kiss her mamma, dear, precious little pet," Elsie said.
"Please hold her close for a minute, papa, and let her kiss her mother."

He complied under protest, in which Mr. Dinsmore joined, that he feared it
would be too much for her; and the soft