and sunshine of 3 present themo have a double ated many holy at many people shutting out the childhood home. ; the world with ed my heart and unequal time and esent endeavor to tation. I will sit ny father's gentle her as she chants me, light, buoyant nnocent child. It was here I sat, one bright, spring afternoon, after I had rambled a long way beside the gently flowing brook with my father's dog for a companion. I engaged most earnestly in my lesson, for I had permission of my mother, that, when I had learned it, I might go to my aunt's, whose home was almost as familiar to me as my own. I repeated my lesson to my mother's satisfaction, and then springing IN reviewing my pilgrimage through the shadows and sunshine of some twenty summers, the scenes of two afternoons present themselves very vividly to my mind. The first seems to have a double claim upon my remembrance, for with it are associated many holy feelings. Although I am now surrounded with what many people call life, I often find myself at the quiet sunset hour, shutting out the noisy world, and going back in spirit to my loved childhood home. Time has passed over me with its ungentle pressure; the world with its busy cares and objects of ambition, has entered my heart and stolen away its purity; it has learned to beat with unequal time and to burn with unsteady fires; but I will for the present endeavor to forget all these, and enter again the paternal habitation. I will sit down in my own little chair, and listen again to my father's gentle words of love, and to the sweet voice of my mother as she chants an evening hymn. This chair brings back the same, light, buoyant feelings which filled my bosom when I was an innocent child. It was here I sat, one bright, spring afternoon, after I had rambled a long way beside the gently flowing brook with my father's dog for a companion. I engaged most earnestly in my lesson, for I had permission of my mother, that, when I had learned it, I might go to my aunt's, whose home was almost as familiar to me as my own. I repeated my lesson to my mother's satisfaction, and then springing |