m sure he did not look angry upon me--and
then I awoke."

All this seemed to be a sweet commentary on the text, and a most suitable
forerunner of our intended sacramental service.

"Well, my dear child, I am come, as you wished me, to administer the
sacrament of the body and blood of our blessed Saviour to you; and I
daresay neighbour K--- will be glad to join us."

"Talk to me a little about it first, sir, if you please."

"You remember what you have learned in your Catechism about it. Let us
consider. A sacrament, you know, is 'an outward and visible sign of an
inward and spiritual grace, given unto us, ordained by Christ himself, as
a means whereby we receive the same, and a pledge to assure us thereof.'
Now the Lord has ordained bread and wine in the holy supper, as the
outward mark, which we behold with our eyes. It is a sign, a token, a
seal of his love, grace, and blessing, which he promises to, and bestows
on, all who receive it, rightly believing on his name and work. He in
this manner preserves amongst us a 'continual remembrance of his death,
and of the benefits which we receive thereby.'"

"What do you believe respecting the death of Christ, Jenny?"

"That because he died, sir, we live."

"What life do we live thereby?"

"The life of grace and mercy _now_, and the life of glory and happiness
hereafter; is it not, sir?"

"Yes, assuredly: this is the fruit of the death of Christ, and thus he
'opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers.' As bread and wine
strengthen and refresh your poor, weak, fainting body in this very
sickness, so does the blessing of his body and blood strengthen and
refresh the souls of all that repose their faith, hope, and affections on
him who loved us and gave himself for us."

Tears ran down her cheeks as she said,--

"Oh, what a Saviour! Oh, what a sinner! How kind! how good! And is
this for me?"

"Fear not, dear child. He that has made you to love him thus, loves you
too well to deny you. He will in no wise cast out any that come to him."

"Sir," said the girl, "I can never think about Jesus and his love to
sinners, without wondering how it can be. I deserve nothing but his
anger on account of my sins. Why then does he love me? My heart is
evil. Why then does he love me? I continually forget all his goodness.
Why then does he love me? I neither pray to him, nor thank him, nor do
anything as I ought to do. Why then such love to me?"

"How plain it