Its range is universal; it embraces all mankind, though, _of course_, it is intensified on a few favoured objects; its seat is in the depths of a renewed heart, and its foundation lies in love to God.
Young Varley's mother lived in a cottage which was of the smallest possible dimensions consistent with comfort.

It was made of logs, as, indeed, were all the other cottages in the valley.

The door was in the centre, and a passage from it to the back of the dwelling divided it into two rooms.

One of these was sub-divided by a thin partition, the inner room being Mrs.Varley's bedroom, the outer Dick's.

Daniel Hood's dormitory was a corner of the kitchen, which apartment served also as a parlour.
The rooms were lighted by two windows, one on each side of the door, which gave to the house the appearance of having a nose and two eyes.
Houses of this kind have literally got a sort of _expression_ on--if we may use the word--their countenances.