nd only in being 'followers of God
as dear children,' doing our duty in that station in life where he has
placed us; our motive love to him; leading us to desire above all things
to live to his honor and glory."

Violet sat with downcast eyes, her face full of earnest thought. She was
silent for a moment after Mr. Dinsmore had ceased speaking, then lifting
her head and turning to him with a relieved look, "Thank you, grandpa,"
she said. "I am fully satisfied on that point. Now, there is just one
more. Isa says the divisions among Protestants show that the Bible is not
a book for common people to read for themselves. They cannot understand it
right; if they did they would all believe alike."

Mr. Dinsmore smiled. "Who is to explain it?" he asked.

"Oh, Isa says that is for the priests to do; and they and the people must
accept the decisions of the church."

"Well, my child, it would take too much time to tell you just how
impossible it is to find out what are the authoritative decisions of the
Romish Church on more than one important point;--how one council would
contradict another--one pope affirm what his predecessors had denied, and
vice versa; councils contradict popes, and popes councils.

"As to the duty of studying the Bible for ourselves--we have the master's
own command, 'Search the Scriptures,' which settles the question at once
for all his obedient disciples. And no one who sets himself to the work
humbly and teachably, looking to the Holy Spirit for enlightenment, will
fail to find the path to heaven. 'The way-faring men, though fools shall
not err therein.' Jesus said 'The Comforter which is the Holy Ghost, whom
the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things.'

"And, my child, none of us is responsible for the interpretation that his
neighbor puts upon God's word,--his letter addressed to us all; each of us
must give account of himself to God."

Violet's doubts and perplexities had vanished like morning mist before the
rising sun; her natural gayety of spirits returned, and she became again
as was her wont, the sunshine of the house, full of life and hope, with a
cheery word and sunny smile for every one, from Mr. Daly down to Rosie,
and from Aunt Chloe to the youngest child at the quarter.

She had not been so happy since the departure of her parents.

Eddie, Molly and the younger ones, reflected in some measure her bright
hopefulness, and the renewed ardor with which she pursued her