do, because I am thus constantly reminded that what my hands find to do
must he done with my might."

"I am glad to hear such a testimony from thee," said the old man,
earnestly. "It is a pity that any of us should forget the work to be
done in this world, and the shortness of time."

The dinner was now over, and Emma, greatly refreshed, shook hands with
the farmer and his family, promising to call again; and then took the
short way of the main road to her own home. The old man looked after
her, as her white dress glanced through the green trees by the
roadside, until she descended the hill, and was out of sight.

"What does thee think of that child, Sarah?" he asked, turning to his
wife.

"Well, Enoch," was the reply; "_I_ think that she is ripening for
glory."

The good woman was not of the same religious persuasion with her
husband; but this small matter never interrupted the most cordial
interchange of religious sympathy between them; and now his eyes filled
with tears, and he felt as he had often done before, that "the Spirit"
moved Sarah to give this testimony.

"Margaret," said he, turning to his daughter, "thee can learn a great
deal from that child, though she is much younger than thyself."

Margaret felt the slight pettishness which always attended a reference
to her age, and was about to ask her father how he knew her to be much