To some, alas, the awakening comes not at all, until through the open door of death the soul escapes from the veil of flesh which has hidden from it the true life.
"Is there a 'Sciet' next Sunday ?" asked Ebben Owens, as they all sat at tea together one evening.
"No--not till the Sunday after," said Gwilym, reddening.
Ann's hand shook as she poured out the tea.
"Father bach!" she said tenderly, looking at him with eyes in which the tears welled up.
"Oh! don't you vex about me," said the old man.

"I must bear my punishment like everyone else; 'twill not be so hard as I deserve." "I must not let my feelings influence me in this matter," said Gwilym, "though you know, father, how it breaks my heart." And he held his shapely hand across the table and grasped the old man's warmly.
"Yes, yes, 'tis all right; you must do your duty, only I would like it to be over soon.

Gwae fi! that it could be next Sunday." "Well, I will give it out at the prayer-meeting tonight if you like, and have a special meeting next Sunday." "Yes," said Ebben Owens, "the sooner I am turned out the better.

I am quite prepared.

Perhaps they will take me back again some day, though I was pretty hard upon Gryffy Lewis when he got drunk, and would not agree to his being taken back again for months, when the other deacons were quite ready to forgive him.