ever seemed the privileges; none are truly valued until deprived of them.  His heart was full of joyful praise on the day when he first was able to serve the Lord by worshipping in his holy temple.  More contented than he had been since leaving his home at M——­, he found himself at times almost happy.  And why, dear reader, was it so?  His outward circumstances were the same; the sun, which shines in equal brightness upon the just and unjust, had received no additional lustre since he had wandered, sad and desponding, unheeding its glory and uncheered by its beams.  But now what made the difference?  The sunshine within, the sure possession of a heart at peace with God, which warms and cheers with its own light, even when the creature’s way is rugged and dark.  That made the poor boy’s spirit so peaceful.

And, now the poor child, whose path had indeed been through the deep waters, was soon to be lifted up above the lowly and distasteful station, so repugnant at first to his feelings and taste, with which it had been his trial to struggle, and his triumph to conquer; and “according to the days in which he had been afflicted was he now to be made glad.”  Comparative prosperity was soon to be enjoyed; but would he endure the trial of its deceitful ray as well as he had that of the obscuring cloud?  We shall see.

Months passed away with little change.  Mrs. Walters resumed her scolding and commanding, while Mr. Walters grumbled and found fault to his heart’s content.  But Jem Taylor, kinder than ever to our hero, no longer assailed him with temptation to do wrong, for he felt that “Bill’s” integrity was not to be moved.

Thomas Burton had found, from a newspaper, the owner of the purse, who was a boy and the son of a distinguished artist living in the suburbs.  As he described the low-storeyed house, with its wealth of natural beauty without and tasteful embellishment within, William’s heart beat loudly; surely that boy was one of the happy children whom he had seen on the day he peeped into the school-room; and a feeling of disappointment stole over him that he had not been able to deliver the purse himself.  This, however, soon subsided, when Thomas told him that the family were all from home, and that he had left it with an old gentleman, who was the only person he saw.

The gloomy days of winter had long passed by, and spring, with its green grass and many-hued blossoms, had cheered the country with its beauty; but now its task was ended, and the glowing summer was at hand.  The weary dwellers of the pent-up city were leaving in search of pure air and variety; the dust-covered marble steps in front of many a shut-up house proclaimed it deserted for the season, and business, much to Mr. Walters’ dissatisfaction, was very dull.  Shoes, however, had to be worn, and as he still continued to furnish the needed article, he was often called upon, although not quite so frequently as in the winter.