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Boosa was not the person for appeal. Turning to Adah, he

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you see it come from the sky?"

"No,” replied Adah, "and I do not think it did. Did it, grandfather?" she inquired, rather timidly, of the aged

man.

"No, my child; the gentleman was only using a common saying when it rains violently. There is an island, not very far hence, where mountains like those before us may be descried. These dogs come from thence. It is called Skye, and so your favourite has received the name of its birthplace."

"Why was not I called Jerusalem, then, grandfather, the name of my birthplace?"

"It is not a name fit for girls; but mayest thou, my child, be called by its new name, 'Hephzibah,' for the Lord shall yet delight in her."

"Were you born," asked Harry gently, "at the Jerusalem that Auntie Ethie tells us about out of the Bible? I want to be a traveller, and go and see Jerusalem. I love it so."

Why?" the old Israelite, somewhat sternly, inquired of the Christian child.

"Because God loves it, you know."

"The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the God of my fathers, bless thee, my child!" and he turned away his head, and once more intently watched the approaching island.

Very beautiful was the scene. The sun was setting behind its pointed heights, touching a little spot here and there with its burnished gold, and causing by contrast a deeper shade to rest on the eastern side of the hills. The Bay of Brodick, which they were entering, was calm and undisturbed; the sea-weed seemed to wave like a field of grass far beneath its clear, transparent water; the fishermen's little huts, which encircled the shore, looked bright, contrasting with the dark woods of the castle. Far away on the other side were seen the shores of Ayrshire, bathed in the glorious light of the last sunbeams of evening. Ethelda, and her father, and Rowland observed it also, and Ethie's eyes were full of tears, because of the loveliness of the landscape.

Little Harry, who, with Boosa, had found his way round to the part of the ship where his aunt stood, soon, however, broke her reverie by exclaiming, "We are just going to stop, auntie, and the little girl has got such a pretty dog, and they call it Skye. Can you guess why?" added the little fellow, very archly; and without waiting for an answer he told all about it, and also how the pretty Adah was born in Jerusalem.

The steamer was now stopped; the luggage was placed in one boat, the passengers in another; and as the little barque neared the shore, Ethelda was rather disappointed to see that their Jewish acquaintances were gone forward in the steamboat. They were parted for a time, but Harry's simple love for Jerusalem had struck a chord in the old

man's heart; it had done more to remove his prejudices against Christianity than all the intercourse of nearly fourscore years.

"I love that Christian child," he several times muttered; and then, as if astonished that he used such words, he would add, "I don't know why, but I cannot help it."

Rabbi Moses was a Jew of a highly respectable family, that had lived for many years in Hungary. In early life he had settled in England, where he had continued, excepting during occasional visits to the Holy Land. Strongly prejudiced against Christianity, he had become tenfold more incensed, owing to the conversion to that faith of his once favourite daughter Naomi, and the strong inclination to embrace its tenets shown by his only remaining child, the mother of the beautiful Adah. She was left a widow in the Holy Land, when her little daughter was but a few months old. She had passed through many trials, and, from her husband's relatives, had experienced many of the hard things of this world. With fond hopes blighted, early expectations crossed, and youth's affections snapped asunder, Salome had returned in widowhood's sorrow to the home of her childhood. It was changed, and she was changed. The gay, mirth-loving child, had become the widow who had seen affliction. Her favourite sister, the thoughtful Naomi, had been driven an exile from her father's house, and the old man dwelt in wrathful grief, hardening his heart more and more against the one Name, that could have brought consolation. Not so Salome. Trials had been to her as the

ploughshare, which prepared the ground for the seed of Divine truth, or as the pruning-knife, which fitted the plant for the new graft. Salome's tempest-tossed soul longed for a refuge to flee unto; her broken heart had need of a physician to heal. She had heard a little of Him, who said, “Come unto me, and I will give you rest;" and she longed to know whether Jesus of Nazareth was indeed the Messiah that should come into the world. The aged Rabbi strictly prevented all intercourse between the sisters, and anxiously watched that Salome should form no friendship with those who love the name of Christ.

God purposed, and man could not hinder. He designed, and no one could frustrate.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE ROCKY GLEN.

Oh! Child of grief, why weepest thou?
Why droops thy sad and mournful brow?

Why is thy look so like despair?

What deep, sad sorrow, lingers there?

In all the varying scenes of woe

The lot of fallen man below,

Still lift thy tearful eye abovo,

And hope in God, for God is love!'"

Not far from the village of Brodick, in the Island of Arran, the inland hills project, and on either side lie picturesque valleys, with the clear mountain-stream gurgling along. At the foot of the mountain, where the valley divides, stands a farm-house, decidedly not of large dimensions, but, attracted by the loveliness and quietude of its situation, this, for a time, became the abode of the Alleynes.

It was on a sunny morning, not long after their arrival, that Harry played beside the little rivulet, "pretending a feast," making the sea-side shells his dishes, choosing the red pebbles for ham and salt beef, the brown ones for roast joints, cutting up sorrel leaves for salad, and ornamenting

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