"Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house, they will be still praising Thee.

For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand.

I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness."-- Psalm lxxxiv.

4, 10.
Dr.Wilkinson's school was too large to be entirely accommodated with sittings in the nearest church--and, consequently, was divided into two bodies on Sunday, one of which regularly attended one of the churches in Bristol, where Mr.Wilkinson, the doctor's son, occasionally did duty.
It fell to Louis' lot, generally, to be of the Bristol party, and unless the day was rainy he was not ill-pleased with his destiny, for the walk was very pleasant, and there was something in the chorus of bells in that many-churched city, and the sight of the gray towers and spires, very congenial to his feelings.

It happened that the Sunday after Louis had received permission to mix as usual with his school-fellows was one of those peculiarly sunny days that seem to call upon God's people especially to rejoice and be glad in the Works of His hand.