They'll go to His house and they'll give Him their money; but they're fairly ashamed of mentioning His Name in decent company." "Just so; and that's Tom Wilkins to the life.

He's a good husband and a regular church-goer; but as for the word that edifieth, you might as well look for it from a naked savage as from him.

Many a time have I said to his wife, 'Tom may be a kind husband in the time of prosperity, as I make no doubt he is--there's plenty of that sort in the world; but you wait till the days of adversity come, and I doubt that then you'll be wishing you'd not been in such a hurry to get married, but had waited till you had got a good Methodist!' And so she will, I'll be bound; and the sooner she knows it the better." Mrs.Bateson sighed at the gloomy prospect opening out before young Mrs.
Wilkins; then she asked: "How did the last daughter's wedding go off?
She married a Methodist, surely ?" "She did, Mrs.Bateson; and a better match no mother could wish for her daughter, not even a duchess born; he's a chapel-steward and a master-painter, and has six men under him.

There he is, driving to work and carrying his own ladders in his own cart, like a lord, as you may say, by day; and there he is on a Thursday evening, letting and reletting the pews and sittings after service, like a real gentleman.

As I said to my sister, I only hope he may be spared to make Susan a good husband; but when a man is a chapel-steward at thirty-four, and drives his own cart, you begin to think that he is too good for this world, and that he is almost ripe for a better one." "You do indeed; there's no denying that." "But the wedding was beautiful: I never saw its equal--never; and as for the prayer that the minister offered up at the end of the service, I only wish you'd been there to hear it, Mrs.Bateson, it was so interesting and instructive.