SCHOOL DAYS AT ST. MARTY'S.

like Him, like a loving Father, eh I Susan ?" and
Susan, who was her father's darling, looked up with
tears in her eyes, and squeezed Miss Wilmot's hand.
 The next morning the girls and Mademoiselle went
away for the holidays, but Miss Wilmot remained at St.
Mary's.




 CHAPTER IV.

THE weather was lovely; earth was looking her
brightest. Yet while the hills near St. Mary's showed
blue and far off-
 "c In the hazy distance
 Of the golden month of June,;"
and the beautiful wide channel lay smiling in the sun-
shine, Edward Palmer, in his cottage facing the sea,
was waiting for his summons to heaven. He did not
suffer much now, except from his cough, and there was
a calm expression of trust and peace on his face and
in his words, which gave an atmosphere of quiet hap-
piness to the sick room. Mrs. Palmer was constantly
with him now, and as the time for his departure drew
nearer, who shall tell how the mother's heart longed to
keep him with her ? For him at first the struggle to
be content to die had been severe, for he was talented,
and a bright prospect was before him. Happy was it
that he had been able to count all things but dross,
that he might win Christ, and that the prevailing
thought now in his mind, and in that of his mother,
was, not regret for what might have been, but this,
" Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is
sta.vedl on Thee, becan, e I].v trustelt in Thr-i-