les in his pulpit.

That former night came vividly back to Delia Prince. Through the opening
hymn, in which she did not join; through the story of the feast in
Simon's house, she was thinking of the time when David told her he had
shipped, and she had made up her mind to save a home.

But in the second hymn she joined; and in her joy she forgot herself and
sang,--as she had been used to sing when she was the leader of all the
singing. In a moment they all knew that she was there.

"Thus far the Lord hath led me on;
Thus far His power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace."

II.

"M. Isaacs" was over the door; Mr. Isaacs was within. Without, three
golden balls were hanging, like apples of the Hesperides; within was an
array of goods which the three balls had brought in.

Mr. Isaacs was walking to and fro behind the counter, and briskly
rubbing his hands.

"My good wife Sarah," he said, with a strong Semitic accent, "those
sudden, raw east winds! I am so frozen as if I was enjoying myself upon
the skating-rink,--and here it is the summer. Where is that long spring
overcoat that German man hypotecated with us last evening? Between the
saddle and the gold-lace uniform, you say?"

And taking it down, by means of a long, hooked pole, he put it on. It
covered his ears and swept the ground: "It make me look like Aaron in
those pictures," he said.

It would have been a grasping disposition that could not be suited with
something from out Mr. Isaacs's stock. It would have been hard to name
a faculty of the human soul or a member of the human body to which it
could not lend aid and comfort. One musically inclined could draw the
wailing bow or sway the accordion; pucker at the pensive flute, or beat
the martial, soul-arousing drum. One stripped, as it were, on his way
to Jericho, could slink in here and select for himself a fig-leaf from
a whole Eden of cut-away coats and wide-checkered trousers, all fitting
"to surprise yourself," and could be quite sure of finding a pair of
boots, of whatever size was needed, of the very finest custom hand
work,--a misfit, made for a gentleman in New York. A devout man,
according to his leanings, could pray from the prayer-book of an
impoverished Episcopalian, or sing from the hymn-book of an insolvent
Baptist.

"So help me gracious!" Mr. Isaacs used to say, raising his shoulders
and opening wide his palms; "w