Unless the Lord build the house we know how they labour in vain that build it; and the Lord can't do much unless He has a good minister to help Him.

I don't deny as He _may_ work through local preachers; but I like a regular superintendent myself, with one or more ministers under him." "Oh! Lucy Ellen lives in one of the best circuits in the Connexion," said Mrs.Bateson proudly; "they have an ex-president as superintendent, and three ministers under him, and a supernumerary as well.

They never hear the same preached more than once a month; it's something grand!" "Eh! it's a fine place is Craychester," added Caleb; "they held Conference there two years ago." "It must be a grand thing to live in a place where they hold Conference," remarked Mrs.Hankey.
"It is indeed," agreed Mrs.Bateson; "Lucy Ellen said it seemed for all the world like heaven, to see so many ministers about, all in their black coats and white neckcloths.

And then such preaching as they heard! It isn't often young folks enjoy such privileges, and so I told her." "When all's said and done, there's nothing like a good sermon for giving folks real pleasure.

Nothing in this world comes up to it, and I doubt if there'll be anything much better in the next," said Caleb; "I don't see as how there can be." His friends all agreed with him, and continued, for the rest of the drive, to discuss the respective merits of various discourses they had been privileged to hear.
It was a glorious day.