for the poor, he will soon cool.

So the next time he came, he found her at her work.

What, still at it? said he.

Mercy:--Yes.

Mr. Brisk:--How much can you earn in the day.

Mercy:--I work at these things for the good of those for whom I
do them; and more than this, to do the will of Him who was slain
on the cross for me.

With that his face fell, and he came no more to see her.

Prudence:--Did I not tell you that Mr. Brisk would soon flee
from you? Yea, he may seem to love Mercy, but Mercy and he should
not tread the same road of life side by side.

Now Matthew, the son of Christiana, fell sick, so they sent to
Mr. Skill to cure him. Then said he: Tell me what he eats.

Christiana:--Well, there is no food here but what is good.

Mr. Skill:--This boy has in him a crude mass of food, which if I
do not use the means to get rid of, he will die.

Samuel said to Christiana, What was it that you saw Matthew pick
up and eat when we came from the gate which is at the head of