Mr. Wellford was right. After we have forgiven, we find it no hard
matter to forget.






PAYING THE MINISTER.





"MONEY, money, money! That's the everlasting cry! I'll give up my
pew. I won't go to church. I'll stay at home and read the Bible. Not
that I care for a few dollars more than I do for the dust that blows
in the wind; but this selling of salvation for gold disgusts me. I'm
sick to death of it!"

"But hear, first, Mr. Larkin, what we want money for," said Mr.
Elder, one of the vestrymen of the church to which the former
belonged. "You know that our minister's salary is very small; in
fact, entirely insufficient for the maintenance of his family. He
has, as might be supposed, fallen into debt, and we are making an
effort to raise a sufficient sum to relieve him from his unpleasant
embarrassment."

"But what business has he to go in debt, Mr. Elder? He knows the
amount of his income, and, as an honest man, should not let his