He had looked up to her, though several years younger than himself, with something of the same reverence with which he had regarded his mother, a women with an element of greatness in her.

It was not possible he should ever have adopted her views, or in any active manner allied himself with the school whose doctrines she accepted as the logical embodiment of the gospel, but there was in him all the time a vague something that was not far from the kingdom of heaven.

Some of his wife's friends looked upon him as a wolf in the sheepfold; he was no wolf, he was only a hireling.

Any neighborhood might have been the better for having such a man as he for the parson of the parish--only, for one commissioned to be in the world as he was in the world!--why he knew more about the will of God as to a horse's legs, than as to the heart of a man.

As he drew near the house, the older and tenderer time came to meet him, and the spirit of his suffering, ministering wife seemed to overshadow him.