Paul had to give up judging his own self, perhaps Robert Grant might get through without ever beginning it.

He loved life, but if he had been asked why, he might not have found a ready answer.

He loved his wife--just because she was Janet.

Blithely he left his cottage in the morning, deep breathing the mountain air, as if it were his first in the blissful world; and all day the essential bliss of being was his; but the immediate hope of his heart was not the heavenly city; it was his home and his old woman, and her talk of what she had found in her Bible that day.

Strangely mingled--mingled even to confusion with his faith in God, was his absolute trust in his wife--a confidence not very different in kind from the faith which so many Christians place in the mother of our Lord.