My mother used to tell me of a millennium that was coming, when Christ should reign, and all men should be free and happy.

And she taught me, when I was a boy, to pray, 'thy kingdom come.' Sometimes I think all this sighing, and groaning, and stirring among the dry bones foretells what she used to tell me was coming.

But who may abide the day of His appearing ?" "Augustine, sometimes I think you are not far from the kingdom," said Miss Ophelia, laying down her knitting, and looking anxiously at her cousin.
"Thank you for your good opinion, but it's up and down with me,--up to heaven's gate in theory, down in earth's dust in practice.

But there's the teabell,--do let's go,--and don't say, now, I haven't had one downright serious talk, for once in my life." At table, Marie alluded to the incident of Prue.

"I suppose you'll think, cousin," she said, "that we are all barbarians." "I think that's a barbarous thing," said Miss Ophelia, "but I don't think you are all barbarians." "Well, now," said Marie, "I know it's impossible to get along with some of these creatures.