the most musical, heavenly laugh that ever fell upon my ear. It was perfectly electrical, and thrilled along my nerves as though by accident a hand had struck an angel's harp. She seemed anxious that my attention should be continually directed to where the greatest signs of joy were apparent; and every time I caught her eye she favored me with that transcendently glorious laugh. O had I then only been blessed with gifted sight, I should probably have seen her angel showering light and kisses upon her cheek!

The service closed, and the friends slowly retired. After all were gone save the family, with little Lolla sitting on my knee, I asked her:

Lolla, how did you feel during the service awhile ago?"

"Uncle," she answered, "I was very, very happy." "Were you ever happy in that way before, Lolla?" "O yes," she replied, “many a time."

"How long," said I, "since you were first happy? and how did you happen to get so the first time?"

"It was more than a year ago. I went with papa to class-meeting one day, and Uncle G. told them all how they might get happy. I thought I would try it, and did so, and got happy directly."

"And what did Uncle G. tell you to do?" said I.

"He told all who wanted to get happy just to go by themselves, and get on their knees, and pray to God to make them happy, and God would do it; and when I came home I just went by myself and got on my knees and prayed to God to make me happy, and I got so happy directly that I hardly knew what to do; and I have prayed to God and got happy the same way a great many times since."

I then asked her if she had been praying to God to

make her happy that day. She said she prayed every day, but did not expect to get happy that day; that the Lord had made her so that time without her looking for it.

A few moments before the close of this conversation her father came into the room, and, after Lolla had retired, gave me much the same account of her conversion, remarking that it was characterized by every sign of genuine regeneration, and that he had no doubt that she was truly pious; that she attended to all her Christian duties with great regularity and spirit. O that all parents would take the same care to impress the minds of their children with heavenly things! Then there would be more Lollas in the world.

It was truly interesting to converse with this child. She regarded our blessed Saviour as the best friend of the family, and talked of going to heaven as the dearest wish of her life. I think I never before saw so pure a human being as Lolla. The seeds of sin were never permitted to grow, but were crushed out by grace before they sprouted. At present she seems almost unearthly; and I trust I shall never forget the countenance and laugh of Lolla.

1860.

NOTES OF TRAVEL.

NOW

A LIVE TENNESSEEAN ABROAD.

OW for a trip. The weather is warm, times are dull; and we have just as good right to take a jaunt as anybody. Do like the Yankee: take your carpet-bag-something that you can carry yourselfand then when the hackmen and porters are gathering around you, waving their whips, and shouting in your ears, like so many crazy persons, you can just lift your baggage and strike a bee-line for your hotel, and so get clear of these land-sharks.

Just look! what large trunks people travel with these days! In nothing have times changed more these last fifty years than in the baggage of a traveler. The baggage-privilege of our fathers was a pair of saddle-bags; and there goes a trunk this moment that would hold fifty pairs-loaded, at that.

Just take a look at your vender of books. He has not sold many to-day-his basket is yet full. Let us see what he has on hand: yellow-backs mostly; mere literary shavings, worse than nothing; there is one readable book—words that shook the world—a short account of the Reformation, or "Life of Martin Luther." How anxious he talks! he seems to recommend all the books in his basket with the same measured tone and

manner. I suppose he has never read any of them.

And here are the orange, apple, and candy dealers, consisting mainly of boys, who are the traveler's rats, picking up all the loose dimes; for there are many men who will purchase fruits, cakes, and candy when traveling who would never think of such a thing at home.

But where are all the people going to? is the question. I suppose each individual has an object in view: one is going home, another leaving home; some are on business, others seeking pleasure. Here is one who is evidently alone; there sits a group of five or six who seem to have a common interest-out on a pleasuretrip; they must sit together, with the seats turned to suit. Bags, baskets, umbrellas, all find their way to the hooks or racks. Now they are seated, but not satisfied: the ladies must not be on the sunny side; now all are settled, and a pell-mell conflict of words ensues.

"All aboard!" shouts the conductor. Do you not think that he takes great pleasure in being able to command a multitude in the way he does? He has no desire to leave any one; I would not charge him with such a thing; but I do think that he takes pleasure in seeing them almost left.

The locomotive gave a deep moan, and then his heavy tread was felt upon the iron track, and we were off. Each one seems to turn, for a moment, to his own affairs. Let me see-have I got my checks all right? and have I not, in the bustle, lost my ticket? Here comes the conductor; what a dignified and businesslooking man he is! "Show your tickets!" is the order; no if you please about it. I have mine, thank Providence! but what's the matter there? That man has no ticket, and the conductor says he must pay more than those who have, and the man says it's all wrong;

that he had not time to get one; the ticket-agent did not come till about fifteen minutes before starting, and there was quite a crowd about the little window; that just at this time the baggage-man commenced checking, when he had to go to him, and as soon as his baggage was checked the conductor shouted "All aboard!" that he was willing to pay what other passengers did, but no more. Up goes the conductor's hand for the bell-rope, to stop the cars and put him out, and out comes that extra twenty-five cents. See how angry the fellow seems; but it is of no use to resist men in authority.

Have you ever been impressed with the fact that when a railroad is made through a section of country where no such thing had ever been seen before, you will at once find men suited to all the different kinds of employment-president, agents, conductors, brakemen, baggage-masters, and all? and after a few weeks they appear to adapt themselves to their situations in such a manner that one would think none of them would be able to do any thing else if they were turned out of office. You can find men everywhere that will do for every thing.

Lay aside that book! the car is no place to read in. I am half inclined to believe that the greater part of those who read so much in the cars do not read much anywhere else. I know it is not the case with you; but here are rocks and trees, hills and vales, and running streams, which you never saw before, nor any like them; no two trees in the woods are alike. And then, here are a hundred new faces, and all these people have more or less brains, and some of them have thoughts which are their own. Open your eyes, unstop your ears. A book is a mere copy, and sometimes