When I repeated to her some solemn truth which in his reverent and simple manner he had explained to me; some tale he had told me of some good man, whose example was to be followed; some bit of quaint practical advice he had given me, or perhaps some hymn I had learned by his side, the delight of the good old soul knew no bounds.

She said it was as good as a sermon; and as she was particularly fond of sermons, this was a compliment.

She used to beg me carefully to remember anything of the kind that I heard, and when I repeated it, she had generally her own word of advice to add, and wonderful tales with which to point the moral,--tales of happy and unhappy deathbeds, of warnings, judgments, and answers to prayer.

Tales, too, of the charities of the poor, the happiness of the afflicted, and the triumphs of the deeply tempted, such as it is good for the wealthy, and healthy, and well-cared-for, to listen to.

Nurse Bundle's religious faith had a tinge of superstition; that of Mr.Andrewes was more enlightened.