Mr. Lee was a merchant; he had lately met with large losses, but he did not allow himself to be saddened by misfortunes that left his home untouched, and all his dear ones alive and well. Mr. Lee was a tall, slender man, with a bright, expressive eye, and a large, pleasant mouth, and his children thought him the handsomest man in Hyde, the large inland town where he lived. During the dinner-hour on the day about which we are writing, Mr. Lee was talking of a plan for building an Orphan Asylum, about which the citizens of Hyde were greatly interested. Marcus listened to his father’s remarks, and seemed to think himself called upon to reply. He did so, and showed uncommon quickness and good sense for a boy of his years in what he said. Mrs. Lee modestly made some suggestions, which her husband thought particularly useful; but Marcus’ lip curled as his mother spoke, in a way which it was well for him escaped his father’s observation. After dinner, Mr. Lee was obliged to hurry away, but not too soon to give Hatty a kiss, and to say to her how pleasant it was to see her face once more at the table. When Mr. Lee was gone, Mrs. Lee resumed the subject about which they had been talking, and sketched what she thought would be an improvement on the internal arrangement of the proposed building. “Now don’t, Mother!” said Marcus. “What do women know about such things?” “What do boys know? you had better say!” said Hatty, hastily taking part with her mother. “Any sensible boy of twelve knows more about such things than a woman!” said Marcus, turning to leave the room. “Stop, Marcus,” said Mrs. Lee, gently. Marcus stopped, but did not approach his mother. She stepped to his side and said: “Marcus, there was once a boy of twelve who had more wisdom than the learned doctors in the Jewish Temple. He, of course, knew more than his mother. Yet he went down with her to Nazareth, and was subject unto her. Even he was not above honoring his father and mother. Will you not try to imitate him?” Marcus was softened by his mother’s gentle manner, and he answered: “If I don’t behave as I ought to you, Mother, it is a great shame;” and then he was again turning away. Again he was detained. Hatty laid her hand on his arm and said: “Marcus, I did not speak rightly to you just now. I was angry. I am sorry.” Hatty blushed painfully when she spoke, and it was evident the acknowledgment cost her a great effort. “I did not notice it,” said Marcus, hurrying away. Hatty felt a little hurt at the way her apology was received, but her mother took her by the hand, and said: “That is right, Hatty. Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another. You must not forget Marcus in your prayers.” Hatty was silent a moment, and then her mother said: “Come now, my dear, the baby is awake, and you will have an opportunity to see his queer little blue eyes, and to hold him in your lap.”