On the following morning Helon arose early, and traversed the house which was to be the scene of his future happiness and duties. No other feeling in life resembles that with which the youth, on the point of emerging into manhood, wanders in solemn musing through the house in which he is to sustain the duties of husband and father. As he explored its courts, its porticoes, and chambers, by turns, he admired the commodious arrangement and tasteful architecture, and the costly furniture, or blessed the generous Elisama; or raised his thoughts in pious gratitude to Jehovah, and implored the continuance of his mercies. He ascended the roof, and looked westward towards the hills of Judah, and eastward to Nebo and Abarim. Entering the Alijah, he consecrated it as the future scene of his devotions by prayer to Jehovah. As he arose from his knees, turning involuntarily towards Jerusalem, he broke out in the words of the psalm: Unless Jehovah build the house, They labour in vain that raise it; Unless Jehovah guard the city, The watchman waketh but in vain. In vain ye rise early and sit up late, And eat the bread of care; He giveth it to his beloved in sleep. Lo! children are a heritage from Jehovah, The fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, So are the children of youth: Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them! They shall not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies in the gate.—Psal. cxxvii. As he turned round, Elisama was behind him at the door, and was wiping the tears from his eyes. “May Jehovah bless thee,” said he. “His counsel is wonderful, and he will bring it to pass.” “God grant me,” said Helon, “that I may keep his law with a perfect mind.”