Her 'no' might be a disappointment in hours you weren't busy among your looms and cotton bales, or talking of discounts and the money market, but its echo would grow fainter every hour of your life, and then you would meet the other girl, whose 'yes' would put the 'no' forever out of your memory." "Well, mother, you have given me hope, and I have been comforted by you 'as one whom his mother comforteth.' If the dear girl is not to be won by Thirsk's title and money, I will see what love can do." "I'll tell you, John, what love can do"-- and she went to a handsome set of hanging book shelves containing the favorite volumes of Dissent belonging to John's great-grandfather, Burnet, Taylor, Doddridge, Wesley, Milton, Watts, quaint biographies, and books of travel.

From them she took a well-used copy of Taylor's "Holy Living and Dying," and opening it as one familiar with every page, said, "Listen, John, learn what Love can do.
"Love solves where learning perplexes.

Love attracts the best in every one, for it gives the best, Love redeemeth, Love lifts up, Love enlightens, Love hath everlasting remembrance, Love advances the Soul, Love is a ransom, and the tears thereof are a prayer.
Love is life.

So much Love, so much Life.

Oh, little Soul, if rich in Love, thou art mighty." "My dear mother, thank you.