He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?
"The Lord of his mercy bless you, my dear Sarah, with the grace of a contented mind!" Here the gracious man stopped: and whether affected by her husband's discourse, or by any other cause, I know not, but she made no reply.

He then said, "Come, children, it is our time for rest; shut the door, and let us go to prayer." "Forgive me," said I, laying hold of the door, as the child was obeying her father's orders, "if I ask leave to make one in your family devotions, before I travel homeward.

I have heard you, my friend, when you knew it not, and bless God for the sermon which you have this night preached to my heart." The honest labourer blushed for a moment at this unexpected intrusion and declaration, but immediately said, "Sir, you are welcome to a poor man's dwelling, if you come in the name of the Lord." I just looked round at the wife, who seemed to be startled at my sudden appearance, and the six fine children who sat near her, and then said, "You were going to pray; I must beg of you, without regarding me, to go on as if I were not here." The man, whom I could not but love and reverence, with a simple, unaffected, modest, and devout demeanour, did as I requested him.

His prayer was full of tender affection and sincerity, expressed with great Scriptural propriety, and was in all respects such as became the preacher of those sentiments which I have overheard him deliver to his wife just before.
When he had finished, each of his children, according to the good old patriarchal custom of better days, kneeled down before him in turn to receive a father's blessing.
It was now late, and the rain was over.

I gave the poor man my blessing, and received his in return.