d Mr. Linden, smiling, "remember that."

"Invisible! no," said Faith. "There was a great deal of this visible."

"What thoughts did it put in your head?"--"It was very--wonderfully
beautiful," said Faith, thoughtfully.

"What else?"--"I cannot tell. You would laugh at me if I could.
Endecott, it didn't seem so much like a church to me as the little
white church at home."

"I agree with you there--the less show of the instrument the sweeter
the music, to me. But the street in front of the church, so specially
filled with beggars and cripples, I never go by there, Faith, without a
feeling of joy; remembering the blind man who sat at the Beautiful gate
of the temple; knowing well that there is as 'safe, expeditious, and
easy a way' to heaven from that dusty side-walk, as from any other spot
of earth. The triumph of grace!--how glorious it is! _I_ cannot speak
to all of them together, nor even one by one, but grace is free! 'Not
by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord of Hosts.'
Faith, I have been thinking of that all day!"

She could see it in his face--in the flush on the cheek and the flash
in the eye as he came and stood before her. She could see what had been
all day before his eyes and mind; and how pain and sympathy and longing
desire had laid hold of the promise and rested there--"Ask and ye shall
receive." Unconsciously Faith folded her hands, and the least touch of
a smile in the corners of her mouth was in no wise contradictory of her
eyes' sweet gravity.

"I saw them too," she said, in a low tone. "Endecott, I would rather
speak to them out there, under the open sky, if it wasn't a crowd--than
in the church?"

"I should forget where I was, after I began to speak," said Mr. Linden;
"though I do love 'that dome--most catholic and solemn,' better than
all others."

"Mr. Pulteney asked me how I liked the church," said Faith.

"He did not understand your answer," said Mr. Linden smiling, "I know
that beforehand. What was it?"--"I think he didn't like it," said
Faith. "I told him it seemed to me a great temple that men had built
for their own glory and pleasure, not for the glory and pleasure of
God."

"Since when, you have been to Mr. Tom Pulteney like a fable in ancient
Greek to one who has learned the modern language at school and
forgotten it."

"He did not understand me," said Faith, laughing and blushing a little.
"And I was worse off; for I asked him several questions he could not