Faith, therefore, cannot pass it by unnoticed, but loves to lift up the latch of the door, and to sit down and converse with the poor, although perhaps despised, inhabitant.

Many a sweet interview does Faith obtain, when she thus takes her walks abroad.

Many such a sweet interview have I myself enjoyed beneath the roof where dwelt the Dairyman and his little family.
I soon perceived that his daughter's health was rapidly on the decline.
The pale, wasting consumption, which is the Lord's instrument for removing so many thousands every year from the land of the living made hasty strides on her constitution.

The hollow eye, the distressing cough, and the often too flattering flush on the cheek, foretold the approach of death.
What a field for usefulness and affectionate attention, on the part of ministers and Christian friends, is opened by the frequent attacks and lingering process of _consumptive_ illness! How many such precious opportunities are daily lost, where Providence seems in so marked a way to afford time and space for serious and godly instruction! Of how many may it be said, "The way of peace have they not known!" for not one friend ever came nigh, to warn them to "flee from the wrath to come." But the Dairyman's daughter was happily made acquainted with the things which belonged to her everlasting peace, before the present disease had taken root in her constitution.

In my visits to her, I went rather to receive information than to impart it.