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even in a land where we have to bless God for so.many
brilliant sunsets. Little Carl was silent. His hands
were crossed upon his breast, and his blue eye drank
in the lights of the west, as if none had been present.

“Carl,” said Barry, turning to the little foreigner,
“that is what you call, in Germany, the Abendroth,
and it is a beautiful word.” |

“Yes, sir,” said Carl, and the tears filled his eyes:
he wiped them away with his little checked handker-
chief. The boys were affected: they knew he was
thinking of “Bingen on the Rhine.” —

Burnham, who led the school, turned to Mack, and
said in a low voice, “ Mack, there’s something in the
Dutchman after all; let’s not quiz him so hard !”

A distant bugle-note broke up their sentimental
gazing ; it was the signal for the evening worship.
Barry led the way to the school, and the boys fell into
an irregular procession. It was plain they had received
benefit by even this momentary contemplation of a
great object in nature. Why should it not be a part
of education to draw forth the admiration of youth to-
wards such wonders, and to graft upon them the need-
ful lessons 9

Dr. Newman was not the man to neglect such means
of usefulness. He had been gazing on the same western
sky, as he sat in the portico, holding the hand of his
motherless daughter. Both were in mourning, but
both seemed revived by a transient gleam from the