I forgave and prayed for my persecutors, and remembered how very lately I had acted the same part towards others myself.

I thought also that Christ endured the contradiction of sinners; and as the disciple is not above his Master, I was glad to be in any way conformed to his sufferings." "Did you not then feel for your family at home ?" "Yes, that I did indeed, sir; they were never out of my thoughts.

I prayed continually for them, and had a longing desire to do them good.

In particular, I felt for my father and mother, as they were getting into years, and were very ignorant and dark in matters of religion." "Ay," interrupted her mother, sobbing, "ignorant and dark, sinful and miserable we were, till this dear Betsy--this dear Betsy--this dear child, sir--brought Christ Jesus home to her poor father and mother's house." "No, dearest mother; say rather, Christ Jesus brought your poor daughter home, to tell you what He had done for her soul, and, I hope, to do the same for yours." At this moment the Dairyman came in with two pails of milk hanging from the yoke on his shoulders.

He had stood behind the half-opened door for a few minutes, and heard the last sentences spoken by his wife and daughter.
"Blessing and mercy upon her!" said he, "it is very true: she left a good place of service on purpose to live with us, that she might help us both in soul and body.