don't know of any book we are more ignorant of."

"Oh, Mrs. Lewis! You wouldn't make us into a Sabbath-school class, I
hope," said feathery little Mrs. Etheridge. "I thought we did that up
years ago. I am sure I can repeat quantities of it," and she tossed
back her pretty head and looked wise. "The Bible is all well enough
for the Sabbath, but I should dearly love to read the poets. I am
passionately fond of Byron; some of his poems are just too sweet for
anything."

Some of the wise ones almost thought Mrs. Lewis' text had a spice of
sarcasm in it as she quoted for answer, "The testimonies of the Lord
are sure, making wise the simple."

Miss McIntosh, learned, and strong-mindedly inclined, said that she
had heard that the ladies in Millville had spent one afternoon a week
in the study of Political Economy, with very much benefit; they felt
that their minds had been enlarged and strengthened; her preference
would be for something of that sort, some broad, deep subject, that
would require study; she would suggest Mental Philosophy.

"The Bible just fits in there," said Mrs. Lewis. "'Thy Word is a
great deep,' and Peter said that Paul wrote 'things hard to be
understood,' you remember."

"And that's queer, too," spoke up Mrs. Peterson. "Such a deep book,
and yet I feel more at home in it than in any other book you have
talked about, and I haven't much learning to speak of either. But I
get so interested in some of the folks in it, and the Lord's dealings
with them. I've been thinking about Moses ever since Mr. Parker