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“Yes, yes," he answered hurriedly, "I know that the prayer of the righteous availeth much. My good old mother used to pray a great deal for me, and suppose
that is what makes me such a pious man."
Mrs. Radford was about to answer, but wishing to change the subject he asked, “ Did you know, Affie, that Lieutenant Morse returned yesterday?"
“I have not heard of it, but how is his health, and what is the decision of the council ?”
“ He is no better, and the physicians did not agree as to the cause of his disease.”
“If it were I, I should be more discouraged than he is. He is spending all his loose property in travelling and paying physicians; this little village would sustain a greater loss than it ever has
he be taken away.
suppose you think, Affie, that our loss would prove his gain."
"I certainly do, for he has sought an interest in the blood of that Saviour that has made him an heir of God and a joint heir with Jesus Christ to an inheritance which is uncorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not away. When the earthly house of bis tabernacle shall fail, he has a building not made with hands eternal in the heavens, upon which the eye of his faith seems steadfastly fixed.
Mr. Radford said, “I think he may yet recover; I hope he will live till I get our
house done, so that he can what a fine appearance it will make. I can bring water from the spring yonder, so that we can have a fountain playing night and day in our front yard. I obtain
ed a draught for it when I was in New York last. I tell you what it is, Affie, Switzerland does not afford a more delightful spot for a building than we have over here. I wish our friend Morse, instead of paying out a hundred to enlarge his library, had taken it to build a piazza ; it would improve the looks of his house
much. He had books enough before, he has more books than I should read and understand, if I should live to be as old as Methusaleh. I intend to get a few nice volumes, when we get into our new house."
Mrs. Radford was almost a silent listener, occasionally giving him a sorrowful smile; as her husband took his hat and hurriedly left the house, she murmured low, “I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." She called
her children together and prayed with them, earnestly beseeching God that they might be led to seek first the kingdom of heaven and its righteousness, and also saved from becoming blinded by the God of this world. After her family devotions, which she never neglected, were concluded, she called
Mrs. Morse, accompanied by her two younger children. As she entered the yard, the three young Morses ran to meet her. George, Alpheus, and Odora were their names. There were also the three Bertrams, Walter, Josephine, and David.
The children had just been listening to an oration delivered by Theodore Williams, a bold, fine looking lad, who had been perched upon a stool in the centre of the yard. Josephine, as she walked up the path beside Mrs. Radford, pointed to the flowers and said, “Theodore reads these as he
would a book, and he has repeated to us almost the entire oration that was delivered the fourth of last July. I don't believe that brother Walter could say a word of it, and I do not know that poor
David knows that there was a fourth of July.”
Mrs. Radford entered the room, leading little Odora by the hand. Josephine had woven a beautiful wreath and placed it upon Odora's head, which delighted her so that her dark eyes were brighter than ever. She clambered upon her papa's knee, made a great display of her flowers, and jabhered so fast, that he had scarce opportunity to greet the ladies as they entered. He related the particulars of his recent journey, remarking that if he lived and his health would permit of it, he should visit the Medical Society at M. the coming winter. “ . But to live is Christ, to die is gain.'