“That is not Ronald’s way,” answered Lady Dumaresq thoughtfully. “Aunt Mary, I was quite touched by what I found out about Ronald when Guy was so ill. You know he was prayed for in the little church here close by the park gates? Well, Ronald used to go there regularly every morning all through that time, to the little short eight o’clock service. I never heard about it till long afterwards; but he never missed unless he were taking my place just then in Guy’s room. I don’t think it would be many young men who would do that. He has never said a word, and I don’t think he knows we know. But there he was.” “That is very nice,” said Miss Adene softly. “I sometimes think, my dear, that, if we had more real lively faith, there would be less sickness and trouble in the world.” “Do you know, I have thought so myself often?” said the young wife earnestly. “I always thought Guy’s life was given back as an answer to prayer. You know, there was a time when all the doctors had given him up. That is why I feel a sort of confidence that he will be fully restored. I think God would not have given him back only to linger on in more or less suffering, and then be taken away again.” “God sometimes tries us in ways which we cannot understand,” said Miss Adene in a low voice, “but I think He wishes us to put our full faith and confidence in Him. We must use every means which He puts into our hands, and then leave the rest to Him, and wait calmly and hopefully for the result.” Lady Dumaresq took Miss Adene’s hand and kissed it. “That is what I mean to do, Aunt Mary. I will not lose hope or faith. We will do everything we can and leave the rest. I am so happy and thankful to have you here to help me!” (_To be continued._) VARIETIES. NO TIME TO PLAY ON IT.—At a meeting of a rural Board of Guardians in Devonshire recently, it was proposed to give the Master of the workhouse a honorarium, but one of the members objected, on the ground that the Master was so much occupied that he did not think he would have time to play on it! A FATAL OBSTACLE.—The greatest drawback to the current of true love is the undertow of selfishness. A NEW CONUNDRUM. What is the largest room in the world? The room for improvement. WHO MAKES THE BEST MATCH?—It is not the girl that fires up the quickest that makes the best match. THE NARROW MIND.—The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt. [Illustration: EARLY SUMMER.] THE FAIRIES. Oh, brightly, brightly go the days, And merrily we sing, And mosses, ferns, and flowers fair All welcome in the Spring! The earth is clad in laughing green, The snow has passed away, The sun shines forth with beaming face And bids us dance and play! We live in nooks of moss and fern, Where grows the blue hare-bell, Which rings whene’er a gentle breeze Wafts softly down our dell.