l ages, was made good to him.

"He that loveth Me shall be loved of My Father, and We will come and
make our abode with him."

That wonderful change has come to him, which the world would fain deny--
the change which so many profess to have experienced, but which so few
manifest in their lives. He has learned of the "meek and lowly." He is
a Christian at last. He has "experienced religion," the neighbours say,
looking on with varied feelings to see what the end may be.

Sampson Snow never did anything like anybody else, it was said. He
"stood it" through "a season of interest," when Deacons Fish and
Slowcome had thought it best to call in the aid of the neighbouring
ministers, to hold "a series of meetings." Good, prudent men these
ministers were, and not much harm was done, and some good. Some were
gathered into the Church from the world; some falling back were
restored; some weak ones were strengthened; some sorrowing ones
comforted. And through all, the interested attention of Mr Snow never
flagged. He attended all the meetings, listened patiently to the
warnings of Deacon Fish, and the entreaties of Deacon Slowcome. He
heard himself told by Mr Page that he was on dangerous ground, "within
a few rods of the line of demarcation." He was formally given up as a
hopeless case, and "left to himself", by all the tender-hearted old
ladies in Merleville, and never left the stand of a spectator through it
all. Then when Deacons Fish and Slowcome, and all Merleville with them,
settled down into the old gloom again, his visits to the minister became
more frequent, and more satisfactory, it seemed, for in a little time,
to the surprise of all, it was announced in due form, that Sampson Snow
desired to be admitted into fellowship with the Church of Merleville.

After that time his foes watched for his halting in vain. Different
from other folks before, he was different from them still. He did not
seem to think his duty for the week was done, when he had gone twice to
meeting on the day time, and had spoken at conference on the Sunday
evening. Indeed, it must be confessed, that he was rather remiss with
regard to the latter duty. He did not seem to have the gift of speech
on those occasions. He did not seem to have the power of advising or
warning, or even of comforting, his neighbours. His gift lay in helping
them.

"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, My brethren, ye
have done it unto Me,"