old man replied gently that every place
was a place of worship, and his own
house was the House of God.
John Fenn was honestly dismayed at
such sentiments--dismayed, and a little
indignant; and yet, somehow, the
self-confidence of the old man daunted him.
It made him feel very young, and there
is nothing so daunting to Youth as to
feel young. Therefore he said, venerably,
that he hoped Mr. Roberts realized
that it was possible to deceive oneself
in such matters. "It is a dangerous
thing to neglect the means of grace,"
he said.

"Surely it is," said Henry Roberts,
meekly; after which there was nothing
for the caller to do but offer the Irvingite
a copy of the _American Messenger_
and take his departure. He was so
genuinely concerned about Mr. Roberts's
"danger," that he did not notice Philippa
sitting on a stool at her father's side.
But Philippa noticed him.

So, after their kind, did these two
shepherds of souls endeavor to establish
a relationship with Henry and
Philippa Roberts. And they were