you must sit still, and you mustn't talk or make a
noise."

Now, as poor Christie had no one to talk to, this was rather an
unnecessary speech. However, he went in very meekly, and sat down on one
of the front benches.

Then the congregation began to arrive; old men and little children;
mothers with babies in their arms; old women with shawls over their
heads; husbands and wives; a few young men; people with all kinds of
faces, and all kinds of characters, from the quiet and respectable
artisan's wife to the poor little beggar girl who sat on the form beside
Christie.

And, as seven o'clock struck, the door opened and the minister came in.
Christie never took his eyes off him during the whole service. And, oh!
how he enjoyed the singing, the last hymn especially! A young woman
behind him was singing it very distinctly, and he could hear every word.
Oh, if he could only have remembered it to repeat to old Treffy! The
words of the hymn were as follows:--

"There is a city bright,
Closed are its gates to sin,
Nought that defileth,
Nought that defileth,
Can ever enter in.

Saviour, I come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I pray,
Cleanse me and save me,
Cleanse me and save me,
Wash all my sins away.

Lord, make me from this hour
Thy loving child to be,
Kept by Thy power,
Kept by Thy power,
From all that grieveth Thee.

Till in the snowy dress
Of Thy redeemed I stand,
Faultless and stainless,
Faultless and stainless,
Safe in that happy land!"

And after the hymn came the sermon. The clergyman's text was Revelation
21:27: "There shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth."

He spoke of the Heavenly City of which they had just been singing, the
bright, beautiful city, with its streets of gold and gates of pearl. He
spoke of the river of the water of life, and the trees on either side of
the river. He spoke of those who live in that happy place, of their
white robes and crowns of gold, of the sweet songs they ever sing, and
the joy in all their faces.

The clergyman also told them that in that bright city sorrow was never
found. No weeping there, no tears, no sighs, no trouble. No tired feet
on that golden pavement, no hungry ones there, no hot burning sun, no
cold frost or snow. No sickness there, and no death, no funerals in
heaven, no graves in the golden city. Perfect love there, no more
quarreling or str