The prophecy, there is every reason to believe, was fulfilled. The Babylonish conqueror invaded Egypt, and burnt Pharaoh's house at Tahpanhes. Centuries have passed. The sand of the desert, and the mud of old Nile, have swept over the site of the remarkable prophecy, and about 2,500 years after the death of the Prophet, an Englishman rolls away the encrustations of time. He discovers the basement floor of the old citadel--half prison and half palace. From the ruins he extracts slabs of fine limestone covered with hieroglyphic inscriptions, figures of captives delicately sculptured and painted, iron and bronze tools. In the kitchen he finds pokers, and spits, and broken bottles. The room of the little scullery maid is found almost intact. It contains a recess with a sink and a bench for the ancient pots and pans. Mr. Petrie's communication, which can be had from the Secretary of the Egypt Exploration Fund, throws a strong light on the wondrous story in the grand old Book which has been for centuries a household treasure in English homes, and will be read with delight by all lovers of the Bible. EVERY season of life has its appropriate duties. THROUGH all our troubles, the tangled skein is in the hands of One who sees the end from the beginning. He shall yet unravel all. THE CHARCOAL BURNER'S STAR. (_Concluded from page 9._) Alfred was struck mute with surprise. Even the guide seemed astonished at this unexpected welcome to the hut. It was not until a minute or two after the voices had ceased that they ventured to approach the entrance. When they did, they saw the charcoal burner standing at the end of a rude table, formed of one broad deal plank, supported by four legs, along one side of which were ranged three boys between twelve and fourteen years old. Books and paper, with an inkstand and pens, were lying on the table. It was a forest school. The intruders again paused at a sight as unexpected as had been the melody they had just heard. But their footsteps had caught the ears of those within the hut. "Who goes there?" asked the man, in a calm voice. "Friends," replied both Alfred and the guide, and the latter added-- "Good evening, Gervais. It is only your friend Michel. I have brought you a gentleman who is very anxious to see you." "What is your pleasure with me, sir?" asked the charcoal burner, taking off his woollen cap. "First, to wish you a good evening, Monsieur Gervais; and next, to apologize for my visit." "Is there anything you wish to say in private?" "Nothing very important; but----" "These boys are in your way?" "Oh, pray do not let me interrupt you! My business here is not of sufficient consequence." "We have done, sir. Indeed, our evening studies, and more particularly our Scripture readings, have been prolonged rather beyond our usual hour. We have only one more duty to fulfil, which we never omit. You will excuse it, sir."