"There was much in the spirit of the old Covenanters to admire and revere, Madeline; their heroic endurance and patience placed them by the side of the noblest martyrs; and many of them will, doubtless, be very near the throne of our dear Lord in that day, when he gathers in his own elect." "For that I love their memory, Roland; but there was much in the spirit of their great leader, Oliver Cromwell, that did not seem to me to accord with the spirit of Christ." "He lived in days so different from ours that we can scarcely realize what qualities such times could call forth." They were seated by the side of Lilian's grave, and, with hands clasped, they sang "Blest is the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above." After a few moments of delicious silence, Roland looked upward towards the distant hills. "It is growing late, dear; we must not keep our good friends waiting;" and reluctantly they turned away from the hallowed spot. * * * * * * * Time sped too rapidly; for the intercourse of the congenial spirits which dwelt at Graham Hall was just such as completely represented the idea of domestic happiness. Riding about with Uncle Malcolm, interested in his various schemes of business or benevolence, Roland was content; and Mrs. Lindsay, Madeline, and Annot formed a happy trio around the domestic fireside. The simplicity of the young wife endeared her tenderly to good Mrs. Lindsay; for while she daily gave Annot her music lesson, she left no opportunity of gathering from Mrs. Lindsay's experience practical knowledge for her own housekeeping. With her clean, white apron, she was often seen by the side of that good lady, when making any of her nice dishes, or putting up the various comforts for winter use. Many a time did Roland peep in on these occasions, smiling at the pretty figure, with sleeves rolled up, and dainty fingers busily at work with the pastry and cakes, the pickles or jellies of good Mrs. Lindsay. Sometimes he would run in, and whisper some words which would cover Madeline's face with blushes, and she would reply, "Send him away, Mrs. Lindsay; he is growing to be such a flatterer; he'll make me vain and foolish." She gathered thus a number of valuable recipes from the kind hostess, and looked upon her visit to Graham Hall as the most useful of all since she had left home. "A letter from Edmund!" said Roland, one morning, at the breakfast-table; "he says that he envies us this visit, for he never was so happy, in all his life, as when at Graham Hall; there's something here about our little Annot that I know she'd like to hear;" and Roland glanced mischievously at the blushing face of the young girl. "I dinna care onything about it, Roland; it's just a shame to tease me sae;" and Annot ran away from the table in a hurry to attend to some business that she remembered suddenly. When Roland had a private opportunity, he whispered in her ear,