Our church and our village . rest. The week-dayhum of the village is hushed. The doors and windowsof the meeting-house are thrown open. Between nineand ten oclock the Sunday-school contingent com-mences to gather, and the town and country childrenexchange their greetings. The individual boys andgirls who composed those Sunday morning parlia-ments have faded from my recollection, with one ex-ception, and that was Currys Bill Wallace. But Mc-Carrells Fan drops her load at the hitching rail,and each one makes his or her way into the McCarrell identified himself so closely with theSunda
Our church and our village . rest. The week-dayhum of the village is hushed. The doors and windowsof the meeting-house are thrown open. Between nineand ten oclock the Sunday-school contingent com-mences to gather, and the town and country childrenexchange their greetings. The individual boys andgirls who composed those Sunday morning parlia-ments have faded from my recollection, with one ex-ception, and that was Currys Bill Wallace. But Mc-Carrells Fan drops her load at the hitching rail,and each one makes his or her way into the McCarrell identified himself so closely with theSunday-school that to his dying day he was a con-stituent part of it. And why a Sunday-school shouldbe less to any preacher, where providential circum-stances do not intervene, than the morning and even-ing congregation, I cannot conceive. In those daysthe Church Hymn Book furnished our Sunday-school music. We sang over and over The RosyLight is Dawning, Another Six Days Work isDone, Dear Saviour, if these Lambs should Stray, 40.
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