Their names were forgotten--nobody knew whose monument or what church had been there." "More than a hundred years ?" asked Nora.
"It had been many hundred." "O Duke!" "What's the matter?
Don't you believe that people died many hundred years ago ?" "Yes; but--" "And they had monuments erected to them, and they thought their names would live forever; but these names were long gone, and the very stone over their grave was going.

While I sat there, thinking about them, and wondering what sort of people they were in their lifetime,--the sun, which had been behind a tree, got lower, and the beams came striking across the stone and brightening up those poor old worn heads and hands of what had been statues.

And with that the words rushed into my head, and they have never got out since,--'_Then_ shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father.'" "When, Mr.Dinwiddie ?" said Daisy, after a timid silence.
"When the King comes!" said the young man, still looking off to the glowing west,--"the time when he will put away out of his kingdom all things that offend him.

You may read about it, if you will, in the thirteenth chapter of Matthew, in the parable of the tares." He turned round to Daisy as he spoke, and the two looked steadily into one another's faces; the child wondering very much what feeling it could be that had called an additional sparkle into those bright eyes the moment before, and brought to the mouth, which was always in happy play, an expression of happy rest.

He, on his part, queried what lay under the thoughtful, almost anxious, search of the little one's quiet grey eyes.
"Do you know," he said, "that you must go home?
The sun is almost down." So home they went--Mr.Dinwiddie and Nora taking care of Daisy quite to the house.