It Is Never Too Late to Mend

l? Oh! Mr. Eden, I can't bear to think of it. You to be coop

the more

r very hat at times to enjoy it as you are walking along; you would be ch

e little

good enough to be bishops and vicars,

red in my ear when the question was first raise

at sent you, will have you go and shine elsewhere. You came here, sir, you waked up the impenitent folk in this village and comforted the distressed and relieved the poor, and you have saved one poor broken-hearted girl from despair,

e, Susan; in this world there is nothing but meeting and parting; it is sad. We have need to be stout-hearted-stouter-hearted than you are. Bu

ther days was in his eye and his lips moved inarticulately. Delicate-minded Susan left him, and with the aid of the servant brought out the

ind this evening, so the tea-things ar

of doors than it does in, and to mix fraternally with the hundred odors of Susan's flowers that now perfumed the air, and the whole innocent meal, unlike coarse dinner or supper, mingled harmoniously with the scene

n silence. "He will not sit in my garden many times more, nor write many more notes of sermons under my eye, nor preach to us all many more sermons; and then he is going to a nasty jail, where he won't have his health, I'm doubtful. And then I'm fearful he won't be comfortable in his house

work and went into the parlor, and there found Isaac Levi. She greeted him with open arms and he

l, subtle, almost invisible cross-examination which the descendant of Maimonides was preparing for her, she answered all his questions before they were asked. It came out that her thought by day and night was George, that she had been very dull, and very unhappy. "But I am better now, Mr. Levi, thank God. He has been very good to me: he has sent me a friend, a clergyman, or an angel in the dress of one, I sometimes think. He

but I

l you

part in the globe. In my old days I shall go back toward th

d, he is very simple. No! no! no! you are too old; you must not cross the seas at y

; "I have no home. I had a home, but th

ws! La, si

next Lady-day, as the woman-worshipe

tured man. You go and ask him to be so good as let

beseech him; I bowed these gray hairs to him to let me stay in the house where I lived so happily with my Leah twenty years, where my ch

n! and what

nsulted my religion and my much-enduring tribe, and at the day appoin

had a great respect for Mr. Meadows, but now if he

engeance he had formed. "No!" said he, "that is folly. Take not another man's

a really was the topic that made Meadows welco

gainst him, and easily persuaded Susan that Levi was more in the wr

g, and determined to end the matter by brin

and the following week to his new sphere of duties, which he had selected to the astonishment of some hundred persons who knew him superficially

ent matters. She was garnering up his words, his very syllables, and twenty times

a nice warm aft

ir; the blackbirds are g

ime. Then he must eat a good dinner before he went, so then he would want nothing but his tea when he got to Oxford; and the bread would be fit to eat by tea-time, especially a small crusty cake she had made for that purpose. So with all this Susan was energetic, almost lively; and even when it was all done and they were at dinn

om directly, and without the least emotion pr

s eyes soon fl

interru

tterly if I thought our friendship and Christian love were to end because our path of duty lies separate. But no, Susan, still look on me as your adviser, your elder brother, and in some measure

warmly, "and proud and happy to

s Merton have nothing better to do, pray come and visit me. I will make you as uncomf

come some one of these days,

an old man and woman or two will speak to their grandchildren of the "Sower," and Susan Merton (if she is on earth then)

's grief, nor, the wound found, have soothed her fever and dead

renches open foolish eyes; they are not often called "my Lord," * nor sung by poets when they die; but

times