rection. Yet his next sentence seemed to be an answer to her own
mental query.

"Folks might ask," he continued, "if even the young and inexperienced
should feel this--or was there a state of innocent guilt without
consciousness?" He would answer that question by telling them what had
happened to him that morning. He had come to the chapel, not by the
road, but through the tangled woods behind them (Cissy started)--through
the thick brush and undergrowth that was choking the life out of this
little chapel--the wilderness that he had believed was never before
trodden by human feet, and was known only to roaming beasts and vermin.
But that was where he was wrong.

In the stillness and listening silence, a sudden cough from some one
in one of the back benches produced that instantaneous diversion of
attention common to humanity on such occasions. Cissy's curls swung
round with the others. But she was surprised to see that Mr. Braggs was
seated in one of the benches near the door, and from the fact of
his holding a handkerchief to his mouth, and being gazed at by his
neighbors, it was evident that it was he who had coughed. Perhaps he
had come to West Woodlands to talk to her aunt! With the preacher
before her, and her probable suitor behind her, she felt herself again
blushing.

Brother Seabright continued. Yes, he was WRONG, for there before him, in
the depths of the forest, were two children. They were looking at a bush
of "pizon berries,"--the deadly nightshade, as it was fitly called,--and
one was warning the other of its dangerous qualities.

"But how do you know it's the 'pizon berry'?" asked the other.

"Because it's larger, and nicer, and bigger, and easier to get than the
real good ones," returned the other.

And it was so. Thus was the truth revealed from the mouths of babes
and sucklings; even they were conscious of temptation and sin! But here
there was another interruption from the back benches, which proved,
however, to be only the suppressed giggle of a boy--evidently the
youthful hero of the illustration, surprised into nervous hilarity.

The preacher then passed to the "Conviction of Sin" in its more familiar
phases. Many brothers confounded this with DISCOVERY AND PUBLICITY. It
was not their own sin "finding them out," but others discovering it.
Until that happened, they fancied themselves safe, stilling their
consciences, confounding the blinded eye of the world with the
all-seeing eye of the Lor