Eh, lassie! but the Lord is guid.
Oh! that men wad praise him! An' to care for the praises o' sic worms as me! What richt hae I to praise him ?" "Ye hae the best richt, Thomas, for hasna he been good to ye ?["] "Ye're richt, lassie, ye're richt.

It's wonnerfu' the common sense o' bairns.

Gin ye wad jist lat the Lord instruck them! I doobt we mak ower little o' them.

Nae doobt they're born in sin, and brocht farth in iniquity; but gin they repent ear', they win far aheid o' the auld fowk." Thomas's sufferings had made him more gentle--and more sure of Annie's election.

He was one on whom affliction was not thrown away .-- Annie saw him often after this, and he never let her go without reading a chapter to him, his remarks upon which were always of some use to her, notwithstanding the limited capacity and formal shape of the doctrinal moulds in which they were cast; for wherever there is genuine religious feeling and _experience_, it will now and then crack the prisoning pitcher, and let some brilliant ray of the indwelling glory out, to discomfit the beleaguering hosts of troublous thoughts.
Although the framework of Thomas was roughly hewn, he had always been subject to such fluctuations of feeling as are more commonly found amongst religious women.