"Then tell me what is all glass made of?"
"Of flint and sand," said Frank.
"Exactly; and how are they melted down to glass?"
"By a great fire, called a furnace," replied Frank.
"Just so; and in this very furnace of affliction has my heart of flint, and my loose sand of character, that would not fix itself to any good, been melted down by God, to what you see. Let Him have all the praise, dear boy."
Harry now laid back his head, and looked fatigued.
Frank turned towards his grandmama, to see if she observed it, and would take her leave.
Harry watched them both, and stretching out his arms, embraced Frank tenderly, and said:—"You will live to be a 'Crystal Palace,' darling. Only promise me one thing, before you go, that you will never, never cease to pray about it."
Mrs. Scott now rose, and wished them hastily to leave the room, for she saw her son was very faint; and before Frank and Mrs. Grey had left the house, Harry had gone to take possession of his mansion!
His Grandmama did not inform him, for she thought it would too much excite him; but after sitting silent in the carriage for a time, Frank said:—