parents and of her kind friend that she should accept him as her husband, she consented to break her resolution and become his wife, which happy event took place two years later, after he had taken priest's orders, and settled in a curacy not far from that parish, in the county of Wilts, of which he afterwards became rector. But for this breaking of her resolution, fair Enid afterwards, in the midst of the deepest and holiest conjugal bliss, suffered such agonies of soul that she earnestly besought Heaven, praying her husband to do so likewise on her behalf, to grant her some visible sign that her act had been pardoned, or not accounted so displeasing to God as she had feared, owing to the tender age at which she had made her resolution. And in answer to their mutual prayers, there was granted her a vision, in which it was revealed to her that her first-born child should bear a special sign of resemblance in his person to the human form of our Blessed Lord, as a token of God's favour towards himself, and a reward to her, his mother, for her life of purity and devotion, from a child, to His service. And being granted in her dream a vision of our Lord Himself, holding her child in His sacred embrace, she noted in both their countenances the same deep earnest eyes, fringed with long and heavy lashes; and afterwards, when her firstborn son was placed in her own loving arms, and her first eager glance scanned his tiny face, she recognised those same wondrously long and sweeping lashes, shading the yet closed eyes of the unconscious infant, and thanked God humbly for so graciously-bestowed a sign of His favour. And as the babe grew into boyhood, this feature of beautiful likeness to the Christ of her vision grew ever more and more apparent, and she brought him up to regard it as a most sacred mark of the Divine favour, which must ever bind him to loyal and devoted service to God and His church, exhorting him also on her death-bed, not many years since, that as he bore in his outward features this wondrous resemblance to his Lord, so he must ever be ready to bear likewise, if need be, the inward likeness of His sufferings. So she died, as Lady Rosamond, from whom I had this story, tells me, a most holy and peaceful death, being followed from this world not many months later by her most truly loving and devoted husband and chivalrous knight, Lancelot Vere, the two leaving behind them but this one surviving son--out of three children born to them--Percival, our dear young chaplain, who methinks has trod right worthily in the steps of such holy and noble parents, and whose inward life has ever been a true and lowly following of Him of whom he received so wondrous a mark of love and favour." "It is a beautiful story, mother," said Primrose softly, her eyes shining with tears of love and pride. "I thank you for telling it to me. Think you he will not mind my hearing it?" "Nay," said Lady Bryn Afon, "I