Her seat was exactly opposite the pulpit, where she had so often said it was such a blessing to look on the face of her dear Master Herbert, and hear such blessed truths from his lips.

She now was gone.

Herbert looked on her vacant seat, and it was then his eyes glistened in starting tears.

He had seen his cousin look towards the same place, and though her veil was closely drawn down, he _felt_ her tears were falling fast and thick upon her book.

More than usually eloquent was the young clergyman that day, in the discourse he had selected as most appropriate to the feelings of those present.