It bore the marks of great seriousness without affectation, and of much serenity mingled with a glow of devotion.
A circumstance occurred during the reading of the Burial Service, which I think it right to mention as one among many testimonies of the solemn and impressive tendency of our truly evangelical Liturgy.
A man of the village, who had hitherto been of a very careless and even profligate character, went into the church through mere curiosity, and with no better purpose than that of vacantly gazing at the ceremony.

He came likewise to the grave, and during the reading of those prayers which are appointed for that part of the service, his mind received a deep, serious conviction of his sin and spiritual danger.

It was an impression that never wore off, but gradually ripened into the most satisfactory evidence of an entire change, of which I had many and long-continued proofs.

He always referred to the Burial Service, and to some particular sentences of it, as the clearly ascertained instrument of bringing him, through grace, to the knowledge of the truth.
The day was therefore one to be remembered.

Remembered let it be by those who love to hear "the short and simple annals of the poor." Was there not a manifest and happy connection between the circumstances that providentially brought the serious and the careless to the same grave on that day together?
How much do _they_ lose who neglect to trace the leadings of God in providence as links in the chain of his eternal purpose of redemption and grace! "While infidels may scoff, let us adore!" After the service was concluded I had a short conversation with the good old couple and their daughter.