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A Dream from Heaven. lawn in their new home, but seated under the shade of the clustering trees, they were gathered together—Adam Grainger, his wife, and their four children. The children had returned home that day for the mid- summer holidays and were showing their prizes. ‘‘ Walter has done the best of you all,” said Mr. Grainger. ‘ Don’t you think so, Margaret ?” , ‘“Walter! Why, papa—why, mamma—he has only three, and I have five.” “Yes, Master Algernon, but remember you are six years older than he.” “He is not half so much up in English and French, even for a junior, as I am in the classics,” returned Master Algernon, conse- quentially. ‘‘ Look at Isabel’s, papa.” “‘T have seen Isabel’s. She has done well. But what about Cary’s? where are hers ?” ‘“T think it may be as well for you not to inquire after Cary’s,” interposed Margaret. ‘“Why, Cary? Do you mean to confess that you have earned none?” i “Oh, papa !—if they had given a prize for dancing, I should have gained that.” | ‘She is always dancing,” cried Isabel. ‘She cares for nothing else. Dancing and laughing.” ‘Well, well, they are appropriate to childhood. Care will come in time.” Two servants appeared bearing some choice fruit and cakes, which they placed on the table before their master and mistress. ‘‘ Oh, what a nice treat!” exclaimed Caroline. ‘Is that to welcome us home from school ? ” ‘Children, sit down and enjoy it,” said their father. ‘‘ This day is the anniversary of an eventful era in my life, and I would keep itas one of thanksgiving.” ‘“‘ What event was it ?” asked the children. ““Qne by which I was in great peril.” ‘‘ Peril of your life, papa ?” inquired the eldest boy. “Yes, Algernon, in peril of my life.” “And who saved you!” ‘One that will save all who apply to Him.” ““ Ah, you mean God. ‘Tell us about it, papa.” “Tt is not of a nature fitted for youn years. You shall hear it when you are men and women.”’ “Did mamma know it ?” “ Mamma did. ” - * And is it a year ago to-day ?” “It is several years ago.” m cComichbooks.€o