given us."

"If good leadings constitute a Friend, I am one to-day, for I have
been led to your home." "Now I'm moved to preach a little," said Mr.
Yocomb. "Richard Morton, does thee realize the sin and folly of
overwork? If thee works for thyself it is folly. If thee toils for the
good of the world, and art able to do the world any good, it is sin;
if there are loved ones dependent on thee, thee may do them a wrong
for which there is no remedy. Thee looks to me like a man who has been
over-doing"

"Unfortunately there is no one dependent on me, and I fear I have not
had the world's welfare very greatly at heart. I have learned that I
was becoming my own worst enemy, and so must plead guilty of folly."

"Well, thee doesn't look as if thee had sinned away thy day of grace
yet. If thee'll take roast-beef and common-sense as thy medicine,
thee'll see my years and vigor."

"Richard Morton," said his wife, with a gentle gravity, "never let any
one make thee believe that thee has sinned away thy day of grace."

"Mother, thee's very weak on the 'terrors of the law.' Thee's always
for coaxing the transgressors out of the broad road. Thee's
latitudinarian; now!"

"And thee's a little queer, father."

"Emily Warren, am I queer?"