"Mrs.Tompkins is angry with me, and I am sure I do not feel right towards her." During all that afternoon, Aunt Mary remained in her chamber, in deep communion with herself.

For the last twenty years she had never, on a single occasion, stayed away from the Lord's table; but now she felt that she dared not go forward, for she was not in love and charity with her neighbours, and the injunction was explicit.

Night came, and at the usual hour she retired, but not to sleep the sweet refreshing sleep that usually locked up her senses.

Her thoughts were so active and troubled, that she could not sink away into a quiet slumber until long after midnight.

In the morning she felt no better, and, as church time approached, her heart beat more heavily in her bosom.