father, brokenly, as he held his daughter to his breast; "and may I, henceforth, serve and adore the God who has so wonderfully restored my child to my arms."
"That is what I try to do," said Nattie, faintly; "for, indeed, my father, I have suffered much; and I think the good Lord let it be so, to heal me of sin; for when I had everything that heart could wish, I was a willful, bad girl; I did not thank God for a single blessing, but was angry because I had not more good things. But some way, though it is very strange, since I have lost everything, I have found so much to be thankful for."
There were not a few tears shed around the bed while Nattie told her little tale of sorrow and heard what her father had to relate in return. It caused her much grief to learn that her mother was no more, fur now she could never atone for past disobedience.
"Mother once told me," she said, "that I might live to be sorry for my conduct, and feel
