I'm glaid to see ye.

Jist come and kneel doon aside me, and we'll pray thegither, for I'm sair troubled wi' an ill-temper." Without a word of reply, Annie kneeled by the side of his chair.

Thomas drew the plaid over her head, took her hand, which was swallowed up in his, and after a solemn pause, spoke thus: "O Lord, wha dwellest in the licht inaccessible, whom mortal eye hath not seen nor can see, but who dwellest with him that is humble and contrite of heart, and liftest the licht o' thy coontenance upo' them that seek it, O Lord,"-- here the solemnity of the appeal gave way before the out-bursting agony of Thomas's heart--"O Lord, dinna lat's cry in vain, this thy lammie, and me, thine auld sinner, but, for the sake o' him wha did no sin, forgive my sins and my vile temper, and help me to love my neighbour as mysel'.

Lat Christ dwell in me and syne I shall be meek and lowly of heart like him.

Put thy speerit in me, and syne I shall do richt--no frae mysel', for I hae no good thing in me, but frae thy speerit that dwelleth in us." After this prayer, Thomas felt refreshed and hopeful.