“Then you must show him his mistake, dear, and let him see you always cheerful; because you are obedient, industrious, affectionate, and grateful.”

“I wish I was a Crystal Palace, I am sure, from the bottom of my heart,” said Frank.

“A what! my dear?” asked Henry in surprise.

“Tell him what I mean, Grandma; you can explain it better, far, than I can do,” said Frank.

“No; try yourself, instead.”

“I really can’t, Grandma, though I do quite understand it; so tell him, if you please.”

Mrs. Grey explained the previous conversations, with which the reader is acquainted, and at the conclusion, Frank exclaimed:—­

“And, Harry dear, it is delightful to see that God has made of you a ‘Crystal Palace,’ I am sure.”

Poor Harry shook his head at first, and said, “A very little palace, dear, I am afraid.”

“But Grandma says, that little things may be complete, and beautiful, and luminous,” said Frank.

“Well, shall I tell you, then, how it has been formed?” said Harry.

“Oh, do!” said Frank; “that will be kind.”

“Then tell me what is all glass made of?”

“Of flint and sand,” said Frank.

“Exactly; and how are they melted down to glass?”

“By a great fire, called a furnace,” replied Frank.

“Just so; and in this very furnace of affliction has my heart of flint, and my loose sand of character, that would not fix itself to any good, been melted down by God, to what you see.  Let Him have all the praise, dear boy.”

Harry now laid back his head, and looked fatigued.

Frank turned towards his grandmama, to see if she observed it, and would take her leave.

Harry watched them both, and stretching out his arms, embraced Frank tenderly, and said:—­“You will live to be a ‘Crystal Palace,’ darling.  Only promise me one thing, before you go, that you will never, never cease to pray about it.”

Mrs. Scott now rose, and wished them hastily to leave the room, for she saw her son was very faint; and before Frank and Mrs. Grey had left the house, Harry had gone to take possession of his mansion!

His Grandmama did not inform him, for she thought it would too much excite him; but after sitting silent in the carriage for a time, Frank said:—­

“Grandma!  I never will forget one word that dearest Harry said to me; nor will I cease to pray that both George Grant and I may each become a living ‘Crystal Palace.’”