stood her feelings, and took her little hand, and pressed it kindly; gave her a book to engage her attention, and whispered some encouraging word to her every now and then.

The hours of study passed away, and Zillah's servant came to take her home. She hastened to her mother's chamber, and related all that had occurred, saying that she had felt very strange at first, but that every one had seemed to wish to be kind to her.

"I thought so, my child," answered Mrs. Isaac,

you to school.”

or I would not have sent

In the afternoon Zillah went again to the Hall. Mrs. Worthing heard her read, and gave her a short lesson to learn,

and a copy to write; and thus the time glided away quickly-which is generally the case when people are occupied usefully.

Days and weeks rolled on, and the little Jewess improved rapidly in her studies, for she was blessed with good abilities, and was very docile and attentive. She became a great favourite also with her schoolfellows, for she was an obliging and affectionate child, and every kindness she received sank deep into her heart.

CHAPTER II.

Ir was Mrs. Worthing's practice to read a portion of the Scriptures to her pupils every morning before the studies of the day commenced. At half-past eight the children always assembled around a large table in the school-room, with their Bibles; and they looked forward to this reading as a pleasure and a privilege. Mrs. Worthing had appointed half-past nine o'clock for Zillah to come to school, in order that her presence at an earlier hour might not interrupt the important

spiritual duties of her Christian scholars. The child, however, had become so fond of her kind governess and her schoolfellows, that one morning she entreated Hagar, her nurse, to take her to the Hall at a quarter before nine; and whilst her companions were still engaged in their scriptural reading, she arrived at the school-room door, which was halfopen. Seeing them all so still, and hearing only the voice of Mrs. Worthing, Zillah felt afraid to enter; therefore she remained quietly outside the door, thinking that she should like to be one of the party. But soon her attention was drawn to the affecting history of Joseph and his brethren, which her governess was reading; and although she had often read

it at home to her mother, yet it seemed new to her, and every word went to her heart.

When Mrs. Worthing came to that part of the sacred story where Joseph makes himself known to his brethren,-when "he wept aloud, and the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh heard,"-little Zillah's tears trickled slowly down her cheeks. But she continued to listen until Mrs. Worthing closed the book; and then, feeling awkward at the idea of remaining where she was any longer, and still fearing to go into the room, though she knew not why she was afraid-for her governess and her companions always received her with kind smiles and words walked out into the garden, and thought

she