No, my friend, I will remain here; and, while you are assembling yourselves together in the presence of the Lord, I, in my solitude, will think of and pray for you.

No; I will remain here!" It was a touching picture--the solitary man there praying for them.

The German cleared his hands from the meal, and went to the chest from which he had taken the black hat.

After a little careful feeling about, he produced a black cloth coat, trousers, and waistcoat, which he laid on the table, smiling knowingly.

They were of new shining cloth, worn twice a year, when he went to the town to nachtmaal.