the little infant, it came to him immediately, and
nestling its tiny head upon his shoulders, seemed perfectly content. So
did the Prussian soldier carry the Frenchman's child. When I first saw
the group, the wife was clasped in her husband's embrace; the little boy
clung to his father's hand; while the Prussian soldier, with the baby in
his arms, stalked along by their sides. Then the Frenchwoman told her
husband how, when she had been ill and in want of food, the Prussian
soldiers had shared their rations with her, had fetched wood and water,
had lit the fire, and helped her in their own rough, kindly way; until
at last those two men, who belonged to countries now arrayed against
each other in bitterest hate--who perhaps a few days since fought the
one against the other--embraced like brothers, while I, like a great big
fool, stood by and cried like a baby. But I was not alone in my folly,
if folly it be: several Prussian officers and soldiers followed my
example, for we all had wives and children in far-off homes.'

"Now, I ask you all, friends, to give me an honest answer: could such a
thing have happened if those countries, France and Prussia, hadn't both
of 'em been enjoying the light that comes from the Bible--as Christian
nations by profession, at any rate--for long years past? You've only to
look at wars between nations that know nothing of the Bible to get an
answer to that."

"You had him there, Tommy," cried one of the auditory, considerably
delighted at Foster's evident discomfiture.

But the latter returned to the charge, saying, "All very fine, Tommy
Tracks; but you haven't fully answered my objection."

"I know it," was Bradly's reply. "I understand that you deny that the
Bible is a revelation from God because it has failed, (so you say) to do
what it professes to do."

"Just so."

"Well, what does it profess to do?"

"Doesn't it profess to convert all the world?"

"How soon?"

"Before the Second Advent, as you call it."

"Show me, William, where it says so."

So saying, Bradly handed a little Bible to his opponent, who took it
very reluctantly; while those around, being much interested, and at the
same time amused, exclaimed,--

"Ay, to be sure! Show it him, William; show it him!"

"Not I," said Foster, endeavouring to hide his annoyance and confusion
by an assumption of scorn; "it's not in my line to hunt for texts."

"True," said Thomas quietly; "if it had been, you wouldn't ha