of what she had just heard; and then she formed a little plan to come to school early again on the following morning, in the hope of hearing the remainder of the history of Joseph.

Zillah did not tell her schoolfellows that she had listened to the reading, for she thought they might blame her for not going into the room at once; neither had she courage to express her desire to hear more.

With an eager step and beating heart, then, she approached the school-room the next day, and, to her great joy, found the door again partly open. Mrs. Worthing was reading as before, but not the history of Joseph. It was a still more touching and solemn narrative—the ac

count of our blessed Saviour's sufferings and death.

Zillah was all attention. She was shocked at the conduct of the traitor, Judas; and the account of our Redeemer's agony in the garden of Gethsemane filled her tender heart with sorrow. Peter's denial of his Lord grieved her, but when she heard that he "wept bitterly" for his faults, she rejoiced at his repent

ance.

The cowardice of Pontius Pilate, the cruel treatment of Jesus by the Chief Priests, as well as by Herod and his "men of war," roused the young Jewess's indignation; and whilst she pitied the Holy Sufferer, she admired His dignity and patience. Then followed the afflict

ing details of the Crucifixion, and the Saviour's prayer for his enemies: "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."

Poor little Zillah was now unable to control her feelings; she sobbed aloud; and when her governess, who was alarmed, hastened to the door, she threw herself into her arms and continued weeping.

"What is the matter, my dear child?" asked Mrs. Worthing, tenderly.

"Oh! I am so very sorry that the Jews were so wicked as to crucify Jesus of Nazareth!" said the child. "Do not be angry with me for coming here so early; I wished to hear the rest of the history of Joseph, which you read yesterday."

Mrs. Worthing was, of course, much surprised, for she had no idea that Zillah had been there on the previous day. Seeing, however, that she was too much agitated to explain anything then, she led her gently to her own room, and tried to soothe her by the assurance that she was not displeased with her. Zillah was much comforted by all her kind governess said, but could not forget what she had heard; and she longed to know more of Jesus. She would gladly have asked her favourite friend, Ellen, to tell her about Him whose sufferings and patience had so much affected her; for Ellen had often taught the little Jewess her lessons, had shewn her how to write her exercises, and had been particularly kind to her in

many ways but they were forbidden to talk in school-time, excepting about their studies; therefore Zillah was compelled to be silent.

Mrs. Isaac was very ill that day, and had been unable to see her child until the evening, when, feeling better, she sent for her. Zillah joyfully obeyed the summons, but, instead of being lively as usual, she was serious, and spoke but little.

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What ails you, my Zillah? what are you thinking of, dearest?" inquired her anxious parent.

Zillah leant her head upon her mother's breast, and was silent.

"Speak, my child," said Mrs. Isaac;" "have you been doing anything wrong?