equally afraid of offending God."

Mark was on the point of ridiculing her, as he always did, but he
recollected Andrew and Julia, and was silent.

_Josephine_.--(Kindly.)--"But is it not true, Mark? would it
not be better to fear God, than to be always offending him?"

_Mark_.--(Knitting his brow.)--"Yes, as Andrew and Julia did!
would it not?"

_Josephine_.--(surprised.)--"Of whom do you speak, Mark? Is it
of "The Happy Family," in which an Andrew and a Julia are mentioned.
Have you ever read that beautiful story?"

"Here it is," said Mark, drawing the tract from his pocket, and
giving it to his sister.

_Josephine_.--"Yes, this is it, exactly! But brother, where did
you get it, for it is quite new; did you buy it of a _Scripture
Reader_."

"Did I _buy_ it?" said Mark, sullenly. "Do you suppose I should
spend my money in such nonsense as _that?_"

_Josephine_.--"Then how did you get it? Did any one give it you?"

_Mark_.--(Slyly.)--"Ah! they have often tried to give me some,
but I tore them to pieces, and threw them away, before their faces!"