SCHOOL DAYS AT ST. MARY .

Lydia soon saw that what was preying on Julia's mind
was, not so much the trouble that self-will had brought,
but the self-will itself; and what could she do so kind
as to speak of Him, who health the broken in heart,
and bindeth up their wounds ?
 And Julia listened.
 "Yes," she said; "but, oh! all my life comes
before me sometimes; I think of the old days at school
how dreadful I was, wanting to carry all before me,
and then afterwards wearing poor Harry out with my
self-will; and then, all the unkind things I have said
and done, thinking it was clever to be severe and cut-
ting. Oh, Lydia, you cannot tell how dreadful it is."
 Lydia had some idea, and she strove to comfort
her, and presently she dried her eyes and said, "I
must fetch the children; I told them to stay in my
bed-room. I did not know who it was, and half ex-
pected the Mr. Hawos Harry has to see."
 They came in, a boy and girl; the eldest about
twelve, the little boy much younger. They were well-
mannered, pleasant children, and soon at home with
mamma's old friend, Mrs. Edwardes.
 Mr. Greville had obtained a post in the house to
which he had been recommended, but his duties did
not commence till the Wednesday after Christmas day,
so there was nothing to prevent the visit except Mrs.
Greville's scruples about leaving the lodgings so soon;
but a few words from Mr. Edwardes set that doubt at
rest, and when the whole party set off in the cool of
the evening for Langley Glen, the owner of the house
had no fear that her lodgers would run away from
their bargain.
 Christmas in summer time, how strange it seemed;
but, though snow was wanting, and the trees were
green, and the little streams sparkling and rushing
 I