Foreign travel, association with Malcolm Graham, and abundant opportunity in Paris, London, and Scotland, for improvement, had done much for Roland. It was seen in his daily life, in his professional career, and in the polished grace always attendant upon a highly-cultivated mind, and a heart purified by holy principles. Roland was henceforth among the leading members of the younger barristers of the great metropolis; for although but few could be found to adopt his principles of action, none failed to respect his character. Mr. Thornly's patronage was generously extended to the young man, and the society met at his house was from among the choice families of the crowded city. Edgar was still cheering his father's heart by the evident improvement in his moral character, and earnest devotion to study. Mr. Thornly could never forget the debt of gratitude which he owed to Roland; and for Helen, alas! it had been a dangerous privilege to dwell in the house with Roland Bruce. He is now a prosperous man--but does he forget the humble friends who had sheltered him in the days of his deep adversity? No--for no sooner had he returned to New York than he remembered Richard and Martha Green. Prosperity warms and expands a noble heart, and only chills the sordid--and from the open purse of this child of Providence, many liberal donations found their way to the "News-Boys' Home." A valuable library now filled the book-case in the reading-room, and none knew the generous donor; but no boy spending his quiet evenings in useful reading could experience half of the delicious pleasure that Roland enjoyed, when sitting among them, hearing and answering their questions; remembering that his means had contributed the larger number to the shelves. Roland's name often appeared in the public prints in connection with important law cases, and never without abundant praise; but remembering the source whence all came, he was not high-minded, but grateful; for it was God who gave him intellectual power and influence; the God who in one moment could lay his finger on that active brain, and produce universal chaos. Entering the reading-room one evening, Roland perceived a stranger, evidently a gentleman, sitting at the table; he raised his head on Roland's entrance. "Why, Stanley! is this you, my good fellow? Where did you come from?" "I have been in New York some time, Roland, pursuing my studies; and seeing your name in the papers, I have been trying to trace your steps. I am interested in these good works, and coming to visit this institution, I found that you were among its laborers, and have waited to see you." "It does me good, Stanley, to see your honest face once more." "And I am no less glad to meet you, Roland," shaking him heartily by the hand; "I was a wild chap in those college days." "Yes, Stanley; but you were a whole-hearted fellow, even when you were doing wrong."