On each side of the fire-place stood an old oaken chair, where the venerable parents rested their weary limbs after the day's labour was over.

On a shelf in one corner lay two Bibles, with a few religious books and tracts.

The little room had two windows; a lovely prospect of hills, woods, and fields appeared through one; the other was more than half obscured by the branches of a vine which was trained across it; between its leaves the sun shone, and cast a cheerful light over the whole place.
"This," thought I, "is a fit residence for piety, peace, and contentment.
May I learn a fresh lesson for advancement in each, through the blessing of God, on this visit!" "Sir," said the daughter, "we are not worthy that you should come under our roof.

We take it very kind that you should travel so far to see us." "My Master," I replied, "came a great deal farther to visit us poor sinners.

He left the bosom of his Father, laid aside his glory, and came down to this lower world on a visit of mercy and love; and ought not we, if we profess to follow Him, to bear each other's infirmities, and go about doing good as He did ?" The old man now entered, and joined his wife and daughter in giving me a cordial welcome.