ke; I have found a verse. But I knew before."

"I thought you did. Who are they, Nettie?"

"Those that love Jesus, sir."

"Ay. In the Christian armour, you know, the feet are 'shod with the
preparation of the Gospel of peace.' With the love of Jesus in our
hearts, our feet can go over very rough ways and hardly feel that they
are rough. Do you find it so?"

"O yes, sir!"

He said no more, for others of the class now came up; and Nettie
wondered how he knew, or if he knew, that she had a rough way to go
over. But his words were a help and comfort to her. So was the whole
lesson that day. The verses about the happy people were beautiful. The
seven girls who sat on one side of Nettie repeated the blessings told of
in the fifth chapter of Matthew, about the poor in spirit, the mourners,
the meek, those that hunger and thirst after righteousness, the
merciful, the pure in heart, and the peacemakers. Then came Nettie's
verse. It was this:

"Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in
the Lord his God."

The next girl gave the words of Jesus, "If ye know these things, happy
are ye if ye do them."

The last gave, "Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin
is covered."

Then came Mr. Folke's verse, and Nettie thought it was the most
beautiful of all. "Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they
may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates
into the city."

Then Mr. Folke talked about that city; its streets of gold, and the
gates of pearl, through which nothing that defileth can by any means
enter. He told how Jesus will make his people happy there; how they will
be with him, and all their tears wiped away. And Jesus will be their
Shepherd; his sheep will not wander from him anymore; "and they shall
see his face, and his name shall be in their foreheads." Nettie could
hardly keep from crying as Mr. Folke went on; she felt as if she was
half in heaven already, and it seemed very odd to cry for gladness; but
she could not help it. Then the school closed with singing the hymn,

"O how happy are they
Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above."

From school they went to church, of course. A strange minister preached
that day, and Nettie could not understand him always; but the words of
the hymn and Mr. Folke's words ran in her head then, and she was very
happy all church time. And as she was walking home, still