Around the tea-table . haking all the hearty congratulations thathad ever been offered him. His hair was as white as any snow-bank throughwhich he had waded to meet his sympathized with every one, could swing frommood to mood very easily, and found the bridgebetween laughter and tears a short one and sooncrossed. He was like an orchard in October aftersome of the frosts, the fruit so ripe and mellowthat the least breeze would fill the laps of the chil-dren. He ate scarcely anything at the tea-table,for you do not want to put much fuel in an enginewhen it has nearly reached the
Around the tea-table . haking all the hearty congratulations thathad ever been offered him. His hair was as white as any snow-bank throughwhich he had waded to meet his sympathized with every one, could swing frommood to mood very easily, and found the bridgebetween laughter and tears a short one and sooncrossed. He was like an orchard in October aftersome of the frosts, the fruit so ripe and mellowthat the least breeze would fill the laps of the chil-dren. He ate scarcely anything at the tea-table,for you do not want to put much fuel in an enginewhen it has nearly reached the depot. Old Domi-nie Scattergood gave his entire time to religiousdiscourse when he sat with us at the close of theLords day. SABBATH EVENING. 413 How calm and bright and restful the light thatfalls on the Sabbath evening tea-table! Blessedbe its memories for ever and for ever! and Jessie,and De Witt, and May, and Edith, and Frank, andthe baby, and all the visitors, old and young, thick-haired and bald-headed, say Amen!. CHAPTER LXVI. THE WARM HEART OF CHRIST THE first night that old Dominie Scattergoodsat at our tea-table, we asked him whetherhe could make his religion work in the insignifi-cant affairs of life, or whether he was accustomedto apply his religion on a larger scale. The Dom-inie turned upon us like a day-dawn, and addressedus as follows: There is no warmer Bible phrase than this:Touched with the feeling of our infirmities! TheDivine nature is so vast, and the human so small,that we are apt to think that they do not toucheach other at any point. We might have everso many mishaps, the government at Washingtonwould not hear of them, and there are multitudesin Britain whose troubles Victoria never knows;but there is a Throne against which strike ourmost insignificant perplexities. What touches ustouches Christ. What annoys us, annoys robs us, robs Christ. He is the great nerve-centre to which thrill all sensations which touch uswho are his members. He is t
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