t that it is so. I believe
that the same sweet experience will be given to all who truly desire
it."

"I can't agree with that idea, either," said Mrs. Brown, "that the
best kind of food is what one relishes most. My children relish pie
and cake and candies wonderfully, but I know it is not good for them
to eat much of them. When they have no appetite for good bread and
milk, and such nourishing food, I know there is something amiss with
them--they are sick--and did you ever notice this? Children who are
allowed to live mostly on these knicknacks do not relish plain food,
and do not thrive. The text that was last read did not say that we
were to read the Bible as a duty, but to desire it. If we have no
appetite for the spiritual nourishment that is best for us to grow
on, I do not know why we are not sick Christians?"

"It strikes me," said Mrs. Peterson, who had watched in vain for an
opportunity to speak before, "that while you are talking about the
Bible being food for us, making us grow, and all that, my text about
meditation comes in; David says, 'I have more understanding than all
my teachers, for thy testimonies are my meditation.' I can speak from
experience about that; I know it makes a sight of difference how you
read. I had quite a sick spell once, a sort of low fever, and when I
began to get better I was so weak I couldn't eat hardly anything; I
heard the woman that took care of me tell the doctor that if I didn't
eat more I'd starve as sure as the world; and the doctor said, 'no I
wouldn't, that the amount a body ate wasn't the main thing, it was
what was digested, and that it did mischief to eat more than one
could digest; so I kept on taking my little bit of beef-tea a good
many times a day, but I was very weak for a long time: I couldn't
even hold my Bible to read it, and I began to fret about it; I was
used to reading my two or three chapters a day, and I felt sort o'
lost without them. One day my next neighbour brought in what she
called a 'Silent Comforter,' and hung it on the wall; it had only
three or four texts on a page in large letters, so that I could read
it without glasses. Well, what a comfort that was, to be sure. I had
nothing to do all day but lie there and think of those verses; it
seemed like a new Bible. Every morning they turned a leaf over, and I
was more anxious to see what my new verses would be, than to eat my
breakfast. When I got a little stronger I wrote down everything I got