family ®iwli. INTER STELLAS. The bells of heavenly harmonies Bing ever in the self-same keys; Bat we, confused by care and fret, Have heard no strains of greeting yet. The angels^sjbg, as when of old That story of good will was told ; But .pierce the boundless blue, For us vrhosesoags are faint and fejv. The starry eyes of spheres sublime Peer through the distances of time; But unto us, so weak of sight. They glitter in an unknown night. We only know and only feel The sympathies our souls reveal; But angels sing within us, when We bear good will and peace to men. And days shall come, not distant long, When sighing shall he changed to song, When the great heaven our rest shall be, And sight shall conquer mystery. . '■ Samoul W. DuVfimd. TRUTH THE BRIGHTEST GEM. The clock struck five, the joyful hour for sister Emma’s return from school. “There she is,” cried little George, who was weary with long watching at the win dow. “Do let me run to the brook, dear mother, and meet her.” The permission was given, and away he ran to throw his arms around his kind sister Emma. ■■ in :;;. ;• “ But what is the matter, sister ?” inquired the little boy, as he held up his lips for the kiss. “ Oh,*not much,” was the answer—for just then Emma’s heart was too full to per mit her to say “ much.” They soon reached the parlor, hut Emma’s sorrowful loots did not escape her mother’s notice* She did not, however, ask any (questions, for Emma always felt that her mother was, the best friend in the world, and was accustomed to go to her with all her perplexities. At tea, Emma was silent, and little Georgci was much puzzled to find his sister so indif ferent to his stories about his kitten, ar>d Eosa, the little dog; nor did she smile ai usual, when she heard that he had been “ an industrious boy at his lessons.” No, Emm* could not smile : her heart was heavy; and yet, perhaps, some of my readers will won der, at it when they hear how very small a thing could so much disturb the happy girL Emma had that day sinned against hercon science. She was usually in the habit o. listening, to , the amice of this friend in her bosom, and obeying it,’and so her days pas sed happily. There was in her face the sunshine of the soul, so that one felt happy in looking af her. The time appeared very long before went to l>ed; at last all was still, and Emma found her mother 1 alone in the parlor, ready, as she always, was, to hear her troubles, and pour into her spirit the balm of consolation. “ Dear mother, I have sinned against my conseience to-day, and I have been so mise rable.” Poor Emma, could say no more. “Tell me Emma,” said her mother calmly, “ what has been the difficulty.” “ Why, mother, it was only a sum I had to do in division. , When «I was .trying to prove it, I could not possibly make it com pare with the answer, and so I put down the right figures, and carried them to mv teacher. She looked at it a moment, and then said, ‘ Emma, did you add up this sum ?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied], “How then does it appear that every figure is wrong?’ I told her'the trqth then, but she looked at me with a good deal of compassion, and told me she ‘ had supposed I was a girl of integrity,' but I had now tried to deceive her, and had dis pleased God!’. Oh, mother, I was never so unhappy in ; my life; what shall Ido ? Ido not know how I could do such a thing ; I have grieved the Sayiour, and Miss Carlton thinks I am a doceitful girl.” “I am grieved for you, my child; for* in this instance you have stepped from God’s path of truth—that pleasant path, which had, to you, Emma, been a path of peace. But Ido not think you a deceitful girl. A ( shddenand ; pqs®ful presented, ‘ and in a moment, you sweryed into the dark andforbid