I'll trust you, sir; but my work is dangersome, and please God I should get killed, will you do the same for Martha and little Nan ?' 'Ay!' answered Mr.Lockwood, coughing down his emotion at the young boy's forethought and care for his sisters.

'If it pleases God, my boy, you will live to make a right good, true-hearted Christian man; but if He should take you home before me, I'll befriend your sisters as long as I live.

I like your Miss Anne, Stephen; but your master is a terrible rascal, I fear.' 'Yes, sir,' said Stephen quietly.
'You don't say much about him, however,' replied Mr.Lockwood, smiling at his few words.
'Please, sir, I am trying to love my enemies,' he answered, with a feeling of shyness; 'if I was to call him a rascal, or any other bad word, it 'ud throw me back like, and it's very hard work anyhow.

I feel as if I'd like to do it sometimes.' 'You are right, Stephen,' said Mr.Lockwood; 'you are wise in keeping your tongue from evil speaking: for "therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.

Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing." You have taught an old parson a lesson, my boy.