But they were none the less happy, and James felt as if he had been sitting at one of those tables which the Lord "prepareth in the wilderness," where the "cup runneth over" with joy and content.
Such moments rarely last long; and it is doubtful if we could bear to keep the soul always to its highest bent.

When Christine had sided away the dishes and put in order the little room, David laid down his pipe, and said, "The Lord's day being now over, I may speak anent my ain matters.

I had a letter, Christine, on Saturday, from my brother-in-law, McFarlane.

He says young Donald will be in Glasgow next week." "Will he stay here, father ?" "Na, na; he'll bide wi' the McFarlanes.

They are rich folk; but siller is nae sin--an' it be clean-won siller." "Then why did Uncle McFarlane write to you, father ?" "He wrote concerning the lad's pecuniary matters, Christine.