His heart swelled with emotions too great for any words; a deep sense of mercies and goodness of which he was unworthy, but for which he felt as if he could have poured out his being in praise.

Oh the blessing of a thankful heart! How happy is he who sees his Father's hand in every thing that befalls him, and in whom each mercy calls forth a gush of gratitude! "Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a thankful heart, To taste those gifts with joy." ADDISON.
The playground was empty, for the boys were either engaged with their friends, or else departing; and Louis, from his little nook, saw many vehicles of different descriptions drive away from the door.

When the dinner-bell rang he re-entered the house, but the dinner-table looked very empty--there was not half the usual party.
"Where have you been, Louis ?" asked Reginald, as he entered; "I have been looking everywhere for you.

Hamilton was quite vexed to go away without bidding you goodbye, and he begged me to do it for him." "I am very sorry, indeed," said Louis; "I have been in the playground.
Reginald, does it not make you feel very pleasant to see the heap of boxes in the hall?
I stood a long time looking at our directions." "I am almost cracked," cried Reginald, joyously;-- "'Midsummer's coming again, my boys, Jolly Midsummer and all its joys!'" How far Reginald's reminiscences of his holiday song might have continued, I cannot pretend to say, had it not been interrupted by a desire from the presiding master, that "he would recollect himself, and where he was;" but order was out of the question, most of the party being in Reginald's condition--and, after several useless appeals to the sense of gentlemanly decorum proper to be observed by the noisy party, Mr.Witworth found his best plan would be to let every thing pass that did not absolutely interfere with the business in hand, and, dinner being over, the ill-mannered troop dispersed.

Several of them, among whom were Reginald and Louis, stopped in the hall to feast their eyes on the piles of trunks and portmanteaus; and Reginald discovered that a direction was wanting on one of theirs; "And I declare, Louis, see what Frank has been doing." Louis laughed, as he perceived that one of the directions on his luggage was altered to "Lady Louisa Mortimer," and ran away to rectify it.