"I heard Mr. Raymond preach from that same text long ago, just after
we were married, John," she said.

"Well, if you remember it, it's more than I do. But if he did preach
the same sermon over again, it is well worth hearing twice."

"Yes, indeed," said his wife. "I wish I had minded it better. It would
have been better for us all if we had. Bessie, are you too tired to
read a chapter as soon as the boys come in? We don't any of us read
the Bible enough, I'm afraid."

And Bessie, struck by something unusual in her mother's tone and
manner, cheerfully read aloud, at Mrs. Ford's request, the thirteenth
of Matthew and the tenth of Hebrews, although the tempting
Sunday-school book still lay unread on the table up-stairs.




IV.

_Nelly's Sunday Evening._

"Oh, say not, dream not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain,--
That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot catch the strain."