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“ges, the sanctuary were over. It was a rule of
S Be ‘3 Mr. Harding’s that each boy should pass
fA the intervening time, from the close of the

 

afternoon service until tea-time, in his own
closet. Books appropriate for the day were
provided for all, and a lesson in the Bible was to be
learned for the evening,—that part of the Sabbath
being devoted entirely by Mr. Harding to the religious
instruction of his pupils. Let us glance for a moment
into the closets of some of the boys most conspicuous
in our story, and see how they are passing the precious
hours of God’s holy day, when none but the all-seeing
eye is upon them.

Frank Henley sat at his desk; his Bible and ques-
tion-book lay open before him. He had evidently been
studying his lesson, but his head was now leaning on
his hand, and an expression of thought was upon his
features quite foreign to his usual light-hearted, gay