"As I had thought of giving up taking lessons," Arthur hastily added,
not going deeper into explanations. "I play quite well enough, now, to
cease learning. Mr. Williams said one day, that, with practice, I might
soon equal him."

"I wonder what those parents do, Arthur, who own ungrateful or
rebellious children!" Mr. Channing exclaimed, after a pause of thought.
"The world is full of trouble; and it is of many kinds, and takes
various phases; but if we can only be happy in our children, all other
trouble may pass lightly over us, as a summer cloud. I thank God that
my children have never brought home to me an hour's care. How merciful
He has been to me!"

Arthur's thoughts reverted to Hamish and _his_ trouble. He felt
thankful, then, that it was hid from Mr. Channing.

"I have already accepted the place, papa. I knew I might count upon
your consent."

"Upon my warm approbation. My son, do your best at your task. And," Mr.
Channing added, sinking his voice to a whisper, "when the choristers
peal out their hymn of praise to God, during these sacred services, let
_your_ heart ascend with it in fervent praise and thanksgiving. Too
many go through these services in a matter-of-course spirit, their
heart far away. Do not you."

Hamish at this moment came in, carrying the books. "Are you ready, sir?
There's not much to do, this evening."