busy troubled world might burst, but never reach; and for other sorrows, piety and submission were alike their watchword and their safeguard.  Lord St. Eval was the only person who regretted Arthur’s promotion to the rectory of Oakwood, as it deprived him, he declared, of his chaplain, his vicar, and his friend.  However, he willingly accepted a friend of Mr. Hamilton’s to supply his place, a clergyman not much beyond the prime of life; one who for seven years had devoted himself, laboriously and unceasingly, to a poor and unprofitable parish in one of the Feroe Islands; in the service of Mr. Hamilton he had been employed, though voluntarily he had accepted, nay, eloquently he had pleaded for the office.  To those of our readers who are acquainted with the story of Home Influence, the Rev. Henry Morton is no stranger.  They may remember that he accompanied Mr. Hamilton on his perilous expedition, and had joyfully consented to remaining there till the young Christian, Wilson, was capable of undertaking the ministry.  He had done so; his pupil promised fair to reward his every care, and preserve his countrymen in that state of peace, prosperity, and virtue, to which they had been brought by the unceasing cares of Morton; and that worthy man returned to his native land seven years after he had quitted it, improved not only in inward peace but in health, and consequently appearances.  A perceptible lameness was now the only remains of what had been before painful deformity.  The bracing air of the island had invigorated his nerves; the consciousness that he was active in the service of his fellow-creatures removed from his mind the morbid sensibility that had formerly so oppressed him; and Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton perceived, with benevolent pleasure, that life was to him no longer a burden.  He had become a cheerful, happy member of society, willing to enjoy the blessings that now surrounded him with a truly chastened, grateful spirit:  Oakwood and Castle Terryn were ever enlivened when he was present.  After the cold and barren living at Feroe, exiled as he there had been from any of his own rank in life, the Vicarage at Castle Terryn and the society those duties included, formed to him indeed a happy resting-place; while his many excellent qualities soon reconciled St. Eval and his Countess to Myrvin’s desertion, as they called his accepting the rectory at Oakwood.  No untoward event occurred to prevent the celebration of Percy and Edward’s bridals as intended.  They took place, attended with all that chastened joy and innocent festivity which might have been expected from the characters of those principally concerned.  No cloud obscured the happiness of the affectionate united family, which witnessed these gladdening nuptials.  Each might, perhaps, in secret have felt there was one blank in every heart, that when thus united, there was still a void on earth.  In their breasts the fond memory of Herbert lingered still.  Mr. Grahame forgot his moroseness, though he had resolved on returning to his cottage in Wales.  He could feel nothing but delight as he looked on his Lilla in her chaste and simple bridal robes, and felt that of her he might indeed be proud.  Fondly he dried the tear that fell from her bright eyes, as she clung to him in parting, and promised to see her soon, very soon at Beech Hill.