He had forgotten his sin of cowardice in the onward-sweeping wave of his convictions; he seemed to yield himself up to the grasp of truth, and lost even personal remorse in the contemplation of its majesty.
Mrs.Grier had four noisy children, who all spoke at once, and needed their mother's constant care and attention, so John and Helen could at least be silent; yet it was hard to sit through the dinner when their hearts were impatient for each other.
In a little breathing space at the end of the meal, when two of the children had clambered down from their high chairs and been dismissed, Mrs.Grier began to speak of the sermon.
"It was a wonderful discourse, sir," she said; "seems as if nobody could stand against such doctrine as you gave us.

I could have wished, though, you'd have told us your thoughts about infants being lost.

There is a difference of opinion between Mr.Grier and two of our elders." "What does Brother Grier hold ?" asked the preacher.
"Well," Mrs.Grier answered, shaking her head, "he does say they are all saved.

But the elders, they say that the confession of faith teaches that elect infants are saved, and of course it follows that those not elect are lost.

My father, Mr.Ward, was a real old-fashioned Christian, and I must say that was what I was taught to believe, and I hold by it.