eyes upon her that knew her,
alone with herself and God.

The prayers, the familiar Sunday prayers seemed to have a new
significance on this day, under the very shadow of the cross on which
He hung, for Whose Name's sake she asked forgiveness and blessing.

The Psalms, the anguished cry of the Crucified, sounded solemnly out,
the very words of His lips, the awful loneliness of His heart, the
unshaken faith in His God.

The lessons, the hymns, all told the same story, that the Father sent
the Son to be the Saviour of the world, that now once in the end
of the world, hath He appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of
Himself.

The text, again so familiar, so significant on this day, floated out
through the church. This was the way--the truth--the life--indeed.

"He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our
iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His
stripes we are healed."

It seemed as if the sermon, so gentle, so simple, so tender, held in
it no human words and yet it was not a mere repetition of verse upon
verse of Scripture.

As Denys sat with her eyes rivetted on Mr. Owen's face, she felt as if
she had never even guessed before at the depth of Christ's salvation,
that she had only touched the fringe of the knowledge of the love of
Christ which passeth knowledge.

When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died.

She rose with the congregation and sang it with her whole heart, sang
it through its verses till they came to the fourth verse, and she sang
that, too, thinking not so much of its words as of the love she felt
for that Prince of Glory--

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small,
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Her soul--her life--how gladly she gave them once more to Him for his
service!

And then--in one instant--she came back to the things of earth, and so
to another thought--her all! A movement about her had brought Charlie
into her view. She saw him before her with a ray of sunlight resting
across his fair head.

Her all! The whole realm of nature, in her eyes! She remembered again
the blissful content, the undreamed of happiness, his presence had
brought to her yesterday. She remembered with a shiver how that
perfection of joy, which had seemed so unassailable, had been
shattered in a moment by a word of her own, which had given o