in her husband's way, except what they was looking for at the time.
It's a fine thing when you can stick by the rule, `A place for
everything, and everything in its place.'"

But now it is not to be supposed for a moment that a man like Thomas
Bradly could escape without a great deal of persecution in such a place
as Crossbourne. All sorts of hard names were heaped upon him by those
who were most rebuked by a life so manifestly in contrast to their own.
Many gnashed upon him with their teeth, and would have laid violent
hands on him had they dared. Sundry little spiteful tricks also were
played off upon him. Thus, one morning he found that the word "Surgery"
had been obliterated from his private door, and the word "Tomfoolery"
painted under it. He let this pass for a while unnoticed and
unremedied, and then restored the original word; and as his friends and
the police were on the watch, the outrage was not repeated. All open
scoffs and insults he took very quietly, sometimes just remarking, when
any one called him "canting hypocrite," or the like, that "he was very
thankful to say that it wasn't true."

But besides this, he had an excellent way of his own in dealing with
annoyances and persecutions, which turned them to the best account. At
the back of a shelf, in one of the cupboards in his "Surgery," he kept a
small box, on the lid of which he had written the word "Pills." When
some word or act of special unkindness or bitterness had been his lot,
he would scrupulously avoid all mention of it to his wife or children on
his return home, but would retire into his "Surgery," write on a small
piece of paper the particulars of the act or insult, with the name of
the doer or utterer, and put it into the box. Then, at the end of each
month, he would lock himself into his room, take out the box, read over
the papers, which were occasionally pretty numerous, and spread them out
in prayer, like Hezekiah, before the Lord, asking him that these hard
words and deeds might prove as medicine to his soul to keep him humble
and watchful, and begging, at the same time, for the conversion and
happiness of his persecutors. After this he would throw the papers into
the fire, and come out to his family all smiles and cheerfulness, as
though something specially pleasant and gratifying had just been
happening to him--as indeed it had; for having cast his care on his
Saviour, he had been getting a full measure of "the peace of God, w