at home; would Mr. Fenn come in
and wait for him? Mr. Fenn said he
would. And as he always tried, poor
boy! to be instant in season and out of
season, he took the opportunity, while
he waited for her father and she brought
him a glass of wine and a piece of cake,
to reprove her again for absence from
church. But she was so meek that he
found it hard to inflict those "faithful
wounds" which should prove his friendship
for her soul; she sat before him
on the slippery horsehair sofa in the
parlor, her hands locked tightly
together in her lap, her eyes downcast, her
voice very low and trembling. She
admitted her backslidings: she acknowledged
her errors; but as for coming to
church--she shook her head:

"Please, I won't come to church
yet."

"You mean you will come, some-
time?"

"Yes; sometime."

"Behold, NOW is the accepted time!"