"I came to congratulate you on your success to-day, for I was in the Senate Chamber and heard your speech; I cannot tell how my old heart swelled with pride as I listened, and remembered you, Roland, as one of my sons. I always knew that you would leave your mark upon the world, and do honor to your Alma Mater." "I can never cease to thank you, Dr. Kingsley; for had you turned me away, I had no other resource." "And then, Roland, the world would have lost a noble laborer in the cause of all that is good and true." "You will not reject other poor aspirants, my good friend, for there are many struggling spirits who need just such a hand as yours to guide, and such a heart to sympathize." Introducing his old friend to Madeline, an hour's pleasant intercourse closed the interview, with a cordial invitation to the good man to visit them at Woodcliff. "Congress will adjourn to-morrow night," said Roland. "Then for dear Woodcliff," answered Madeline; "are you not glad, father?" turning to old Mr. Bruce. "Yes, indeed, there is sae much that needs my care, an' I am tired o' this noisy, bustling place; but I am glad that I came; for I canna be separated frae the bonnie darlings." Immediately on the close of the session, they turned their faces homeward, and a joyful party met once more around the domestic fireside. The winter curtains were yet up, for it was cold and cheerless out of doors, and a warm fire and cheerful supper greeted them, with Stanley and his wife ready to welcome them home again. The next morning, Roland came in from the library with the delightful news, that Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Lindsay were coming to pay a visit to America. "The best room shall be prepared for dear Uncle Malcolm," said Madeline, and she busied herself in making ready for the good old friend. "They will be here in three weeks, at the farthest," said Roland, "and we must have a nice lounge, and rocking-chair put in his room, plenty of books, and a secretary; for Uncle Malcolm could not be happy without his usual pursuits." Annot was sent for, with her husband, and two sweet children, little Roland and Anna, the one five, the other three years old. "I can scarcely wait," said the anxious daughter, "for it is seven years since I hae seen my mother." One evening Roland arrived from New York with the news that the steamer was below. "They will be here to-morrow or next day," was the answer to Annot's anxious questions. Merry as a kitten, she was never tired of telling her little ones that Grandma and Uncle Malcolm were coming. Old Mr. Bruce and his grandchildren were playing on the front lawn--little Malcolm driving his sister Lilian in a small carriage; and grandfather amusing himself by keeping close to their side, to keep them from danger. Suddenly, Mary cried out, "There comes the carriage!" and the little girls ran rapidly into the house with the news; while Malcolm, holding his grandfather's hand, stood in anxious expectation of the arrival.