I remember Mr.Turnbull once accusing my father of irreverence, because he spoke about God in the shop.

Said my father, 'Our Lord called the old temple his father's house and a den of thieves in the same breath.' Mr.Turnbull saw nothing but nonsense in the answer.

Said my father then, 'You will allow that God is everywhere ?' 'Of course,' replied Mr.Turnbull.
'Except in this shop, I suppose you mean ?' said my father.

'No, I don't.

That's just why I wouldn't have you do it.' 'Then you wouldn't have me think about him either ?' 'Well! there's a time for everything.' Then said my father, very solemnly, 'I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of my life.' And that was nothing to Mr.Turnbull either." To one in ten of my readers it may be something.
Just ere they came in sight of the smithy, they saw a lady and gentleman on horseback flying across the common.
"There go Mrs.Redmain and Mr.Wardour!" said Joseph.