by Thirsk's title and money, I will see what love can do."

"I'll tell you, John, what love can do"--and she went to a handsome set
of hanging book shelves containing the favorite volumes of Dissent
belonging to John's great-grandfather, Burnet, Taylor, Doddridge,
Wesley, Milton, Watts, quaint biographies, and books of travel. From
them she took a well-used copy of Taylor's "Holy Living and Dying," and
opening it as one familiar with every page, said,

"Listen, John, learn what Love can do.

"Love solves where learning perplexes. Love attracts the best in
every one, for it gives the best, Love redeemeth, Love lifts up,
Love enlightens, Love hath everlasting remembrance, Love advances
the Soul, Love is a ransom, and the tears thereof are a prayer.
Love is life. So much Love, so much Life. Oh, little Soul, if rich
in Love, thou art mighty."

"My dear mother, thank you. You are best of all mothers. God bless you."

"Your father, John, was a man of few words, as you know. He copied that
passage out of this very book, and he wrote after it, 'Martha Booth, I
love you. If you can love me, I will be at the chapel door after
tonight's service, then put your hand in mine, and I will hope to give
you hand and heart and home as long as I live.' And for years he kept
his word, John--he did that!"

"Father always kept his word. If he but once said a thing, no power on
earth could make him unsay it. He was a handsome, well-built man."