A magnificent sermon was preached by my gifted friend on the heathen indifference of the world to the sinfulness of little sins.

For more than an hour his eloquence (assisted by his glorious voice) thundered through the sacred edifice.

I said to Rachel, when we came out, "Has it found its way to your heart, dear ?" And she answered, "No; it has only made my head ache." This might have been discouraging to some people; but, once embarked on a career of manifest usefulness, nothing discourages Me.
We found Aunt Ablewhite and Mr.Bruff at luncheon.

When Rachel declined eating anything, and gave as a reason for it that she was suffering from a headache, the lawyer's cunning instantly saw, and seized, the chance that she had given him.
"There is only one remedy for a headache," said this horrible old man.
"A walk, Miss Rachel, is the thing to cure you.

I am entirely at your service, if you will honour me by accepting my arm." "With the greatest pleasure.