"Ah! Michael," said old Martha, leaning forward on her chair, and laying her hand on the arm of her husband, "there was something which Master Harry missed out when he spoke to us to-day so anxious and earnest about attending the Holy Communion. He said that the Lord's Supper be a service of obedience, and a service of hope, and he was right enough there; but it's more than that, it's a service of love besides. How the holy angels must wonder that those for whom the loving Lord poured out His very life's blood, can go on year after year as—shame to us we have done, neglecting His dying command—as if He had never spoken, or they had never heard the words—'This do in remembrance of Me!'" CHAPTER VI. One Family. BRIGHT and cloudless rose the sun on the following morning. The air was balmy as in May, and the budding leaves on the boughs, the early wild-flowers under the hedges, all seemed to rejoice. Harry Maude was up as early as the sun life was too full of happiness for him, for the young officer to care to waste the fresh morning hours in sleep. He gave his early moments to God, and found that: "His morning smiles bless all the day." Though young Maude could not, on account of his journey to London, attend the wedding service, he accompanied his sisters, who were bridesmaids, to the Grange, before he started by the train. The Maudes found the family of their friends, the bride included, at their early breakfast, a cheerful meal, at which Harry and his sisters joined as welcome guests. The sight of the happiness of others was ever a source of happiness to the young lieutenant. One of the brightest hours of his life was that spent at the Grange amongst old friends and companions upon that bridal day. Pleasant is it to fulfil the command, "Rejoice with them that do rejoice." Though the young officer quitted with regret the cheerful circle of his friends, yet it was, perhaps, with a feeling of yet deeper gratification that he appeared on the evening of that day in the presence of his Queen. He sat at the board of his Sovereign, a welcome and honoured guest, because he had nobly done his duty, because in the hour of trial and danger his courage had never failed. Thankfulness, and not pride, beat in the bosom of Harry; he gratefully acknowledged that it was God who had helped him in need, who had strengthened his arm and nerved his heart, who had carried him safe through dangers, and crowned him with honour and joy. That evening, when on the young officer rested the approving glance of his Queen, was one which to his dying day he would recall with gratification.