usanna Wesley with her great family of
nineteen children around her. What a wonderful story it is, the tale
of her personal care and individual solicitude for the spiritual
welfare of each of them! And what a picture it is that Sir A. T.
Quiller-Couch has painted of the holy woman's deathbed! John arrives
and is welcomed at the door by poor Hetty, the prodigal daughter.

'"The end is very near--a few hours perhaps!" Hetty tells him.

'"And she is happy?"

'"Ah, so happy!" Hetty's eyes brimmed with tears and she turned away.

'"Sister, that happiness is for you, too. Why have you, alone of us,
so far rejected it?"

'Hetty stepped to the door with a feeble gesture of the hands. She
knew that, worn as he was with his journey, if she gave him the chance
he would grasp it and pause, even while his mother panted her last, to
wrestle for and win a soul--not because she, Hetty, was his sister, but
simply because hers was a soul to be saved. Yes, and she foresaw that
sooner or later he would win; that she would be swept into the flame of
his conquest. She craved only to be let alone; she feared all new
experience; she distrusted even the joy of salvation. Life had been
too hard for Hetty.' And on another page we have an extract from
Charles's journal. 'I prayed by my sister, a gracious, tender,
trembling soul; a bruised reed which the Lord will not break.'

The cows had all come home. The milkmaid's faith had not failed.

The happiest people in the world, and the best, are the people who go
through life as the milkmaid goes through the day, believing that
before night the cows will all come home. It is a faith that does not
lend itself to apologetics, but, like the coming of the cows, it seems
to work out with amazing regularity. It is what Myrtle Reed would call
'a woman's reasoning.' It is _because_ it is. The cows will all come
home _because_ the cows will all come home.

'Good wife, what are you singing for? you know we've lost
the hay,
And what we'll do with horse and kye is more than I can say;
While, like as not, with storm and rain, we'll lose both corn
and wheat.'
She looked up with a pleasant face, and answered low and sweet,
There is a Heart, there is a Hand, we feel but cannot see;
We've always been provided for, and we shall always be.'

'That's like a woman's reasoning, we must because we must!'
She softly said, 'I reason not, I only work and trust;
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