It seems to me, in its connection with the gospel, like a beautiful symphony of instrumental music in an anthem, which strives to interpret the words.

It proved an overture to me, indeed, in the best sense.

But, my dear sir, how near we came to losing all this which my wife has enjoyed." The door opened, and little Lucy came in with two plates and two silver knives, and that great red apple which her mother had received a few days before.

"Mother sends her love to you, sir, and begs that you and father will eat this." They looked at the apple for a few moments, when the husband said, "I do not feel like eating it.

Do oblige me by taking it home with you." The pastor took it home with him, placed it on his mantel-piece in his study, where, for several days, it gave such an odor as to attract the notice of every one that came in.