'Now is the day, and now is the hour; come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, I will give you rest.'" "But I do not want rest; I have no burden," I said.
"Cassandra," thundered grand'ther, "have you no respect for God nor man ?" "Have you read," went on the minister, "the memoir of Nathan Dickerman?
A mere child, he realized his burden of sin in time, and died sanctified." I thought it best to say no more.

Aunt Mercy looked disturbed, and left the table as soon as she could with decency.
"Cassandra," she said, when we were alone, "what will become of you ?" "What will, indeed?
You have always said that I was possessed.

Why did you not explain this fact to Mr.Boold ?" She kissed me,--her usual treatment when she was perplexed.
The revival culminated and declined.

Sixty new members were admitted into the church, and things settled into the old state.

School was resumed; I found that not one of my schoolmates had met with a change, but Miss Black did not touch on the topic.