That had been the portion of the messengers of heaven from the first.

But the shame!--what was he to do with that?
Who ever heard of St.Paul not being able to pay a butcher's bill! No doubt St.Paul was a mighty general, and he but a poor subaltern, but in the service there was no respect of persons.

On the other hand, who ever heard of St.Paul having any bills to pay!--or for that matter, indeed, of his marrying a rich wife, and getting into expensive habits through popularity! Who ever heard of his being dependent on a congregation! He accepted help sometimes, but had always his goats'-hair and his tent-making to fall back upon!--Only, after all, was the Lord never a hard master?
Had he not let it come to this?
Much more of the sort went through his mind in a flash.

The country woman had again drawn the attention of the butcher with a parting word.
"You don't want a chicken to-day--do you, Mr.Drake ?" she said, as she turned to go.
"No, thank you, Mrs.Thomson.How is your husband ?" "Better, I thank you sir.

Good morning, sir." "Mr.Jones," said the minister--and as he spoke, he stepped inside the shop, removed his hat, and wiped his forehead, "I come to you with shame.