Only one sentence took hold on, Mr.Ridley's mind.

It was this: "Giver of all natural as well as spiritual good things, of the corn and the wine equally with the bread and the water of life, sanctify these bounties that come from thy beneficent hand, and keep us from any inordinate or hurtful use thereof." Mr.Ridley drew a deeper breath.

A load seemed taken from his bosom.

He felt a sense of freedom and safety.

If the wine were pure, it was a good gift of God, and could not really do him harm.