there was only one boy on the establishment, and in 1816 there was not even one.

Since that time, however, the institution has revived. A Committee was appointed in 1823 to examine into the causes of this sad failure, and to consider the best mode of securing its future prosperity and efficiency, without perverting the intention of the foundress.

One of the first enactments was, that a new building should be raised and maintained at the expense of the States; and that the Governor of the island should be the Patron. In pursuance of this resolution, the foundation-stone of the new college was laid in the summer of 1826 by Sir John Colborne; and on the 20th of August, 1829, it was publicly opened. Divine service was performed at St. Peter's church, after which, the scholars, at this time amounting to one hundred and fifty, attended by the public authorities of the island, the masters and tutors, and a great number of friends, returned in procession to the college, where, in the spacious examination-hall, addresses were delivered to a crowded assembly.

So highly is the new system esteemed, that many English families send their sons to Guernsey for education.

The frontispiece to this volume presents a beautiful and faithful view of Elizabeth College as it appears at the present day.

CHAPTERS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.

CHAPTER VI.

THE LITTLE BOY AND THE BLANKET.

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IT would make the story too long to relate all that occurred in this family the next four or five years. The pious nurse still took care of Tommy; and his grandfather loved him more than I can tell you, but did not spoil his darling. He taught him little texts and short hymns, and talked to him of heaven and the Lord Jesus Christ; for the old gentleman thought much more about religion now than he did before his trouble, and two or three times every day he locked his chamber-door, and knelt down to pray. It was very sweet to him to have the dear child, when old enough, kneeling by his side, holding up his tiny hands, and trying to repeat the words after him. Mr. Titus took care, when praying aloud, to use simple words, which Tommy knew the meaning of. Dear little boy! he loved his grandfather more and more, and began to wait upon him, and to ask his parents for various things to "make dear grandpa comforn."

One day Mrs. Titus said to her husband, "We are sometimes much in want of another room. Your father's would be just the thing. I wish you would fit up the old summer-house at the lower end of the garden: a nice little place might be made of it, and I dare say he would not object to living there." At first Mark refused to do this,

being shocked at the thought of turning his father out of the house he had so generously bestowed upon them; but the lady made the plan, and teazed Mark till he gave the orders. So the old building was soon made into two small rooms, in which they placed a bed and some plain furniture: and on a warm afternoon, Mr. Mark Titus and his wife went into the garden where their father was walking with little Tommy, and told him they were going to have a rather noisy party, and thought he would sleep more quietly a few nights in the summer-house. What the old gentleman's thoughts were, no one knew; for before he could answer, the child exclaimed, "O, do, dear grandpa! We will play that this is your house; and I will visit you all day long, and fetch everything you want, and we will be so happy! I will run to nurse now, and ask her to bring the tea to my dear grandpa's 's new house.'

And very happy they were for several weeks. Mr. Titus could not bear to object to what gave his darling so much pleasure, and he managed very well while the summer lasted; but the winds of autumn began to blow, and the poor old gentleman could not keep himself warm even in bed. Nothing was said to him about returning to the large house, where there seemed no room left for him. The nurse could scarcely help speaking to her master and mistress when she saw his own chamber partly fitted up for a study.

Well, one morning, Tommy thought his grandfather looked ill, and he saw him shiver as he sat

up in bed, eating his breakfast. He ran to his parents, who had just entered the breakfast-parlour, in which there was a cheerful, blazing fire, and eagerly exclaimed, "Please to give me a blanket this minute! My dear grandpa is very cold." "He surely has blankets enough,' said his mamma. "Let him have another if he wants it," said his papa; and he rang the bell, and desired the footman to carry a blanket to Mr. Titus. He felt ashamed to look at the servant while giving this order. "I wish to carry it myself, please, papa: so pray, John, bring it here." The blanket was brought; but instead of hastening away with it, as you would expect, the child seemed lost in thought. "Now, Tommy, what are you waiting for?" asked his father, who looked miserable: he was just recollecting the worthy old gentleman's kindness to himself. "Why, papa," answered the little boy, "I love my dear grandpa very, very much; but I shall not give him all this blanket; I shall only give him half; because I love you too; and when I am grown up a man, and this great house, and the fields, and the money, and all the things belong to me, and it is your turn to live in the old summer-house, perhaps you will be weak, and poorly, and cold; so I shall keep the other half of the blanket for you, papa.”

Now it pleased God that their little son's words should cut these people to the very heart. They both cried out in great distress, "O, may the good God forgive our sin!" and they rushed out of the house, and through the garden, and with

streaming eyes entreated the old gentleman's pardon for their past neglect. They had him carefully wrapped in blankets, and laid on a sofa by the parlour-fire. He looked from one to another all astonishment; but he felt quite happy, for Tommy's arms were round his neck, and his darling was kissing him again and again. The first thing that Mark did, was to fetch the paper which you remember he received when Mr. Titus gave him all the property. He showed it to the old gentleman, and then threw it into the fire, saying, "All is yours again, my honoured father. Bitterly do I repent of my unfeeling conduct. I seem to awakes a from a dream. May the good God hear the fervent prayer of a vile sinner like me, and spare your life many, many years!" Amen, from my heart!" added the lady: "we are now, Sir, your visiters, only as long as you please to allow us to remain in your house." I do not know what answer would have been returned to this, if little Tommy had not whispered loud enough to be heard by all," Please, my dear grandpa, don't talk about it any more; for it makes me feel ready to cry, and you never like to see me cry." So the happy old gentleman only smiled lovingly on Mark and his wife; and that smile said to their hearts, as plainly as many words could have done, I freely forgive you both. While the sweet child still caressed him, and the lady, with frequent tears in her eyes, brought him nourishing food, and did all she could think of for his comfort, where was Mark gone in such haste?